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[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 ]

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[abjurer]

Pretty sure that works for me too. I've honestly never thought it necessary to find out what will kill me.

[He grins at the question.]

I'm a mutt. My family is... interesting. For example, my grandmother spends most of the year in seal-shape travelling the oceans with her tribe.

[snapturtle]

[B'Elanna raises her brows at that.]

Well that's... interesting. But I suppose we have something in common. Being "mutts" I mean.

[abjurer]

She's a selkie. There's a lot more of them than you'd think. In my world anyway.

[he gives her a curious look.]

Yeah? Not saying it's a bad thing.

[snapturtle]

Whether it's bad or not depends on your perspective.

[She says this with distaste as she's personally not fond of her heritage.]

I'm half human and half Klingon.

[abjurer]

Depends how many people you can spite by not caring.

...I think I have about as much idea what a Klingon is as you do what a selkie is, but I imagine some of the stigma is similar.

[snapturtle]

I wouldn't say stigma but yeah, it's... complicated.

[abjurer]

These things always are. Depends on so many factors.