33 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday
Jul. 6th, 2012 11:16 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
not_in_the_bookAfter hearing from Kaidan about the room, Ronan had gone on a little bit of a cleaning spree -- not that the house was messy by any means, but there was always more to do when setting up for a new tenant/roommate/person-thing -- before starting in on the cooking spree.
What? This is Ronan. That's hardly unexpected.
That said, Saturday morning, residents new and old alike -- coming downstairs or moving in for the first time -- would find Ronan in the kitchen, coffee in the French press, rashers of bacon and a huge bowl of scrambled eggs keeping warm in the oven, and pancakes just coming off the stove.
There was a lasagna in the fridge, ready to be baked for dinner, and gazpacho for lunch; on the kitchen table was a bowl full of grape tomatoes, strawberries, and blackberries, for anyone passing through who wanted something to snack on.
Oh, and alcohol. Let's not forget the alcohol.
[Up early for SP! For the housemates, phone calls, etc.]
What? This is Ronan. That's hardly unexpected.
That said, Saturday morning, residents new and old alike -- coming downstairs or moving in for the first time -- would find Ronan in the kitchen, coffee in the French press, rashers of bacon and a huge bowl of scrambled eggs keeping warm in the oven, and pancakes just coming off the stove.
There was a lasagna in the fridge, ready to be baked for dinner, and gazpacho for lunch; on the kitchen table was a bowl full of grape tomatoes, strawberries, and blackberries, for anyone passing through who wanted something to snack on.
Oh, and alcohol. Let's not forget the alcohol.
[Up early for SP! For the housemates, phone calls, etc.]