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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[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."

[follicly-fried.livejournal.com]

Spike stopped his grumbling rant long enough to raise an eyebrow.

"Beg pardon?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"River?" Dawn pointed at the other girl, "She made pancake batter with blood in them. No one's died from eating them yet."

[follicly-fried.livejournal.com]

"I thought something smelled really good," Spike remarked. "Though I'm a little worried about what the syrup is made of."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Um, I think maples? Which totally stinks because there should be raspberry or apricot or chocolate or something, but noooooo, everyone defaults to the tree sap."

[follicly-fried.livejournal.com]

"This conversation is just getting weirder. I'll just stick with the cup of blood," Spike said after his raised eyebrow went down. "Do we have any wheat-a-bix?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"I have no idea, you should probably check the cupboards. They probably would have, if they'd known you were coming."

Yes, Dawn was the queen of subtlety. Spike would probably be hearing about this until she died.

[follicly-fried.livejournal.com]

"Ha," Spike snarked. "Aren't you feeling funny today."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Nope. Just well-rested."

[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.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Sam Winchester."

[follicly-fried.livejournal.com]

"That the kid with the hair?" Spike said sipping his cup o' blood. "Needs a bloody haircut. Looks like he should be bagging groceries or something."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean was totally going to point out to Sammy that even the vampires were starting to critique his hair, but for now he tried to stay on target. "He's my brother. And you can just stop with the threatening him because you're so not going to lay a finger on him."

[follicly-fried.livejournal.com]

That just gave Spike a reason to smirk. "Oh really? Who's going to stop me?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Me, for one."

[follicly-fried.livejournal.com]

"Don't get your knickers in a twist, mate," Spike replied. "I was just looking out for someone I consider family."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"By threatening to kill her boyfriend." Dean nodded. "Yeah, I skipped the whole threaten with death thing when they started dating and went straight to 'I'm happy for you.' You might want to try it sometime."

[follicly-fried.livejournal.com]

"So you're threatening me because I threatened your brother?" Spike asked with a small snort. "Well doesn't that make all sorts of sense."