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Who: Anyone and everyone!
What: A feast of pancakes in honour of Shrove Tuesday.
When: Tuesday March 25th
Where: House 51
Summary: Truly a feast day second only to Christmas!
Rating: PG/PG-13 for language if someone gets burned on the stove or hit by exploding magical pancake batter.

He's got a bit more of an idea about what to expect this year at least, but the kitchen still looks like a disaster area. There's milk and eggs and flour in large quantities, as well as oil for cooking, and a selection of sweet and savory treats to go with the pancakes. He's pretty fond of the bacon ones personally.

[OOC: Max's announcement post here ]

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Death ray? [He was, of course, entirely joking, but nights watching Dr Horrible wouldn't allow him to let that go by without mention. He made a soft onm sound while he bit down on that last forkful, lingering to grin playfully at Jack as he didn't release the fork from his mouth]

Nah, can't see him with a- hey!

[Jack gives the fork a little nudge, frowning in a distinctly put-out way when it doesn't come loose.]

I need that!

[He just wanted to get Jack's attention, as he'd taken a moment to cut another piece of his pancake and held it up for Jack on his own fork to bite. Sharing was caring]

Maybe not a death ray, then. He does seem withdrawn, though, more than usual.

[As his pseudo-brother, Eugene needed to keep tabs on him.]

Hm.

[He chews the bite of pancake thoughtfully, an unhappy look crossing his face as a new idea occurs to him.]

Trouble in paradise, maybe?

[That mulled around in his head for a moment and he took a look round. Not spotting someone he had thought would certainly make an appearance with food. They'd made cookies together once, that magician and himself]

...You might be on to something. Wow, when did you become Mr Perceptive?

[Jack gives a one-shouldered shrug, absolutely the opposite of happy when it looks like he might actually be right, voice dropping a shade.]

I . . . just tried the think of what sort of stuff's made me do things like that, really?

You'd cook massive quantities of pancakes if I dumped you?

[Which he never really would. They might argue, but they were about as soul-mated as two people could get in one lifetime.]

With your tears as maple syrup?

Gene, that's disgusting.

[Jack pulls a face, kicking his shoe under the table and almost managing not to give away the joke with a premature smirk.]

Everyone knows you use breakup tears in makeshift dirty martinis.

And here I thought it was an integral component of English Breakfast.

[But, mmm, martinis. There was an idea. He'd have to coax Zev into helping him mix a few later on. Though that train of thought reminded him of something.... He gave Jack a serious face, perhaps too serious, as he held up his hand, fingers spread and palm facing Jack.]

By the way, I need to compare something. Put your hand here, like this, against mine.

Ooh, burn.

[He's still chortling when Eugene holds up his hand, and he complies with a curious but affable look, lining up the heels of their hands and matching the splay of his fingers one by one.]

Look, is this the finger length thing? Because yeah, I know-

[A cursory glance at least eliminated one thing, and he smiled to himself before grinning at Jack]

Look, I don't need to compare hands to make that kind of comparison, Jack. Got it pretty much memorized by now.

[However he did fold his fingers over Jack's hand once he'd finished, giving him a brief squeeze before letting go]

And I'm not complaining.

Had a feeling you wouldn't complain about the weakness for plaid button-downs and military uniforms.

[Jack gives a fond, what-was-that-about look, but returns to his pancakes anyway, intent on finishing off the plate before taking a brief break.]

Edited 2014-04-15 04:09 (UTC)

[The smile he receives is as mysterious as ever. As mysterious as a Canadian can be, at least]

Quite the contrary. Just so long as we can both enjoy the view.

[But back to what he had originally been concerned about...]

Haven't seen that Helios guy round for a while, though. Did he get sent back home?

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