33 Apocalypse Ave, Saturday

[not_in_the_book]

After 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.]

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[not_a_whiner]

Kaidan didn't exactly own much - it fit mostly comfortably in one duffle bag, personal side-arm aside. Packing had been easy, especially since he hadn't genuinely unpacked to begin with. Too much paperwork to do, too much class planning, and... well, his heart wasn't really in it right now.

Being here, that was.

He'd been grateful for the invite because it was the easiest way to settle the Alliance's housing requirement. It didn't take a lot of investment on his part. Nolan had seemed all right.

So, duffle bag slung over his shoulder, he was at the door now, giving it a knock.