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Who: WHOEVER
When: Day 24, early morning (but not Messenger-early)
Where: Apt M
What: FOOD 8U

[For those familiar with pancakes, the smell you're waking up to is probably tantalizingly familiar, the luxury of a past life. For those not familiar with pancakes...well. This will be a learning experience.]

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[ MAKIN' SOME SYRUP. Carefully. :|a Zen melon syrup aw yiss? ]

[how are early are we talking here, either way if you peek into the room Tempest has been staying in, her hand is flopped out, making wavy gestures at the door as if she can make it close with her mind]

[Pausing every now and then to watch your wizardry :|a MAYBE TAKING MENTAL NOTES]

[idk my bff 9am? Peering in and watching dubiously...that rather looks like an "I've fallen and I can't get up" movement.]

[ 3/4 cup of fruit, 1/4 water, 1/2 sugar! or was it 1/3 sugar. Let's start smaller first and see how that turns out. ]

[MORNINGS: MY MORTAL ENEMY]

[HAS BEEN UP... quietly... for hours now. By now, honestly, the main room is starting to really look complete, tracks and trails line the floors and walls, designed to bring you to viewing distances... there are jungles with birds and exotic creatures staring back, there are pastoral scenes of rolling green and verdant forests, and the golden harsher swabs of yellows, browns and whites of starker landscapes and swirling dust, cities: victorian, modern and gothic... and less solid concepts, abstract flows here and there, of things that are harder to make out, stranger, amorphous or just enough of a shape to remind you of something you can't quite place... but in each case... they all seem to merge, either by trails or movement, or even just liquidly into each other, as if they hadn't been painted one piece at a time.]

...

That DOES smell marvelous... Can I talk yet? Because I think my hunger has put me at my reasonable limit!

[Well it's not like we have measuring cups anyway...]

You're doing this entirely from memory?

[AM I SMELLING PANCAKES or are these visions. Going to check man]

...Yes? My coworkers all loved sweet things, so I did this a lot...

[ ...pretty *A* ]

Why wouldn't you be able to talk...?

[ Chrono is pancakemaking and I am working my sugary magic.

THIS IS REALITY, EMBRACE IT ]

[SUGARY MAGIC!!!!!!]

... Are these for everyone?

[ Glances back at him. ]

Oh-- y-yes, there should be enough, for anyone who wants them.

I've made a terrible promise that nothing loud, untoward, or otherwise considered mischief should happen until after breakfast.

...

I'll take some.

[Should I go over and prod you? Vital signs, and all that.]

Who would have thought you had such a talent.

[hand flops again :T]

[WAVING A HAND ABSENTMINDEDLY, not turning from what he's doing...he's apparently concentrating very hard on something in the pan. That's probably a yes.]