[Sabriel had gotten up that morning expecting the house to be it's usual mix of active and mellow but as soon as she steps out of her room the noise from the kitchen proves her wrong.
Pancakes. Pancakes and flour and sugar everywhere.
She stood at the doorway staring in surprise for a moment before giving a shrug and joining in the organized chaos with a bittersweet smile. If anyone wants some slightly healthier (and maybe sometimes a little burnt but hey, she's learning) pancakes with fruit and a light dusting of icing sugar then she'll make them. They might also be in the shape of a bunny. Call it Sabriel's subtle way of honoring an old, dear friend.
When she's all pancaked out and covered in as much flour as the men of House 51 she'll prepare a good strong pot of tea for anyone who needs something a little bitter and bold after so much sweetness.]
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Pancakes. Pancakes and flour and sugar everywhere.
She stood at the doorway staring in surprise for a moment before giving a shrug and joining in the organized chaos with a bittersweet smile. If anyone wants some slightly healthier (and maybe sometimes a little burnt but hey, she's learning) pancakes with fruit and a light dusting of icing sugar then she'll make them. They might also be in the shape of a bunny. Call it Sabriel's subtle way of honoring an old, dear friend.
When she's all pancaked out and covered in as much flour as the men of House 51 she'll prepare a good strong pot of tea for anyone who needs something a little bitter and bold after so much sweetness.]