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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[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.

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"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."

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"He would?" River looked interested. She poured some blood into the her bowl, making the contents turn red. "Lots of places where they cook with blood. Can't waste anything. Very nourishing."

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"Oh, sure. He drinks it because he has to, but he experiments all the time," Dawn nodded, then peered into the bowl. "Isn't it kind of, y'know, creepy, though?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Fresher than processed protein." She stirred the batter and poured it into one of the frying pans. "But there is plenty of other food here though." River looked quite happy.

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"What's processed protein?" Dawn asked, finally deciding on cutting up some sausages and cheese and mushrooms for an omelette. "And yeah, slayers tend to burn through food faster than other people, so there's always a lot. How was home? Did you have fun? Was it good to see Simon again?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Pure protein. Lasts forever. Useful on spaceships, but doesn't taste much." She made a face. "And Serenity was good. I am allowed to be of more help now, although that worries Simon a little." She sighed. "He should let Kaylee distract him." She smiled a little at Dawn. "I like it here."

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"But it's good that they're giving you more stuff to do, right?" Dawn asked, still chopping and slicing, "More responsibility and trust and all that? Why would that worry Simon?"

She smiled. "I like it here, too. I forgot how much I missed my versions of my family."

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

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"Because it involves situations where I might have to fight. Where I might get hurt. He's still not used to that. He's still not used to me being better." She flipped the pancake that hand now turned into a dark reddish brown. "Don't think he knows what to do."

"It's a good family. Thank you for inviting me."

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

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"He should call Buffy," Dawn frowned. The pancake didn't smell too bad..."What kind of fighting? And you're welcome. Mine's kinda like yours, I think, from what you've said."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

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

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"We robbed a bank," River explained. "And sold stolen goods to some criminals on a small moon. They didn't plan to pay. And you're right, a little like yours. You should come visiting some time." She added with a chuckle: "And bring your Buffy."

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

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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.

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"Didn't I tell you she was different?" Dawn giggled, "I'm not sure Buffy'd enjoy selling stolen goods to criminals, but it sounds kinda fun, with a side order of dangerous and what were you thinking. Visiting would be cool, though."

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"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?"

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Faith stared at the plate for a minute, then shrugged. "I'm game. Never had blood pancakes before. They any good?"

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"We should get his ass down here to cook, then." She made a face. "More like, woke up, smelled food, too fuckin' tired to care. Put clothes on, so, y'know. That's somethin'."

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"We could tell Buffy it was perfectly legitimate business," River suggested, grinning. "And yes, she's different. She's like an older sister."

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River shrugged. "I hope so." She handed Faith a plate. "I'm going to miss the food here. Not a good selection on a spaceship."