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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[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.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"I'll cook something up that is less... adventurous," Dean told him, looking at the ingredients available. "Omelets?" he finally suggested.

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

"Sounds good," Alec said, grinning. "With ham in them?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"If there's any here, sure. Gotta build your strength back up after all," he teased.

[x5-alec.livejournal.com]

Alec snorted, rolling his eyes. "My strength is just fine, thanks."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Stamina then," Dean continued with a grin.