(no subject)

[abjurer]

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 ]

Comments

[250mhzwabl]

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-

[z_jay]

[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.

[250mhzwabl]

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.]

[z_jay]

[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?