Scotland, 2004--Sunday Morning, Main Kitchen

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

The kitchen was fully stocked with breakfast items. Oatmeal, bacon, sausages, eggs, tomatoes, onions, mushrooms, potatoes, plus the makings for pancakes or waffles, if someone was so inclined. For the less alive crowd, there were also bags of orangutan and pig's blood in the refrigerator. Probably best not to ask how those got there so quickly.

Dawn was contemplating the ingredients and wondering if she wanted to attempt to make some scones.

[ooc: Last Scotland post! NFB and open to everyone here. No OCD. Departure portal will be handwaved, unless people want a post to say goodbyes.]

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[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River was up early as usual, and was assembling a plate mixed with everything. While eating she began to mix pancake batter, humming cheerfully to herself. Looking in the fridge, she found some of the pig's blood and contemplated adding it. She'd been served that on one of the planets they'd visited recently after all.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Morning, River!" Dawn was pretty bouncy, all things considered, "What're you doing with the blood? 'cuz that's kinda where I draw the line."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"In pancakes. It's good, I've tried it." River grinned at Dawn and prepared to pour some blood into the batter.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn eyed River skeptically, "I, uh, god, Spike'll love you forever for making blood pancakes."

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

Faith wandered down to the kitchen with a serious case of bedhead. She rumpled her hair and looked around. "You cookin', Dawnie?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn stared. "Wow. And, um, yeah."

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

Faith grunted. "Good, 'cause my pancakes suck." And tried to get her hair out of her face, with minimal success.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Mine aren't great either," Dawn told her, "but I'm kinda getting the hang of omelettes. Dean is best at making breakfasts, though. He feeds me all the time." Smirking, she asked, "So, the hair...statement or lack of brush?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River waved to Faith. "Blood pancakes?" she offered.

[neverfaithful.livejournal.com]

Faith looked at the bowl. "That some kinda fancy name for 'em, or they really got blood?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Real blood." River flipped a dark reddish brown pancake on to a plate and poured some more batter into the pan.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Yawning, Dean headed down to the kitchen with Alec in search of coffee and breakfast. "Morning."

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"Morning," Alec echoed, wandering in behind Dean, looking considerably better-rested than he had been the day before.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean made a beeline for the coffee. "What do you want for breakfast?" he asked his double, after he'd had a few swallows of caffiene goodness.

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"Eggs? Maybe pancakes, except the ones River's making don't smell all that enticing," he said, wrinkling his nose.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn waved a spatula at him.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Whatcha cooking?" Dean asked as he gathered the stuff to make omelets for him and Alec.

[notajar]

After wandering outside to sit in the morning air for a bit, Door finds her way to the kitchen via the tried and true method of following the scent of food. "Is someone making blood pudding?" she asks, sniffing the air with interest.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Blood pancakes," Dawn pointed to River, "I don't know how to make blood pudding. Help yourself to whatever, though."

[notajar]

"Blood pancakes?" Door wanders over to examine them. They don't smell bad...

[follicly-fried.livejournal.com]

There's a slightly grumpy vampire now stomping about in the kitchen.

"Anyone seen my coat?" Spike grumbled. "I swear if one of those girls nicked it I'll-"

Grumbling continued as he started microwaving his blood.

[cantjossme.livejournal.com]

Gee. Over in the corner you might see a certain thief/slayer trying not to laugh.

She's currently trying to will a halo to appear over her head.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

Dawn? Totally wasn't giggling over by the stove. Really. "River made blood pancakes, if you're interested."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean put his cooking aside and walked over. "You and I need to have a little chat."

[follicly-fried.livejournal.com]

"About what?" Spike asked simply.