Scotland, 2004--Sunday Morning, Main Kitchen

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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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[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...