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Post by The Man on Oct 9, 2009 22:43:34 GMT -5
::Upon reaching the kitchen, the Professor turned on the stove, and then wheeled to the sink to fill the kettle.:: "An unfortunately apt analogy."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 9, 2009 22:45:29 GMT -5
"Need any help?" she asked, pulling out a chair at the table.
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Post by The Man on Oct 9, 2009 22:50:26 GMT -5
::The Professor began to fill the kettle, the water slowly filling the metal body.:: "The mugs are in the usual cupboard, and the cocoa mix is with the coffee grounds."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 9, 2009 22:54:43 GMT -5
She went around finding things, taking mugs from the cupboard. One fell through her suddenly transparent hand, but it was sturdy enough not to break on the floor. It took her less time to solidify again, with the help of the coat. She picked it up, set two mugs on the table, and went to find the cocoa mix. "I haven't done this in a long time."
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Post by The Man on Oct 9, 2009 22:57:21 GMT -5
::When the kettle was sufficiently filled, the Professor wheeled to the stove and set it on to boil.:: "We will get to the bottom of whatever the trouble is, and go from there."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 9, 2009 22:58:26 GMT -5
"I meant coming down to the kitchen to get a drink at midnight, but that sounds like a good plan, anyways," she said, smiling a little as she took the mix down from where it was stored.
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Post by The Man on Oct 10, 2009 16:05:28 GMT -5
"I imagine it would be difficult to do so in this kitchen from the City," ::The Professor remarked lightly. He wheeled around her to take two spoons from the proper drawer.:: "Although I would think you would be awake at all hours in the student lounge."
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 10, 2009 16:10:24 GMT -5
She shook her head, putting the contents of two mix packets into each cup. "Too many people." Even after so long, her tendency to avoid crowds still remained.
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Post by The Man on Oct 10, 2009 16:13:25 GMT -5
"Even on your hall?" ::The Professor inquired. Surely there were no more living on her hall than lived at the Institute.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 10, 2009 16:15:25 GMT -5
She shrugged slightly. "You know me, Professor. It makes a difference if it's a crowd of mutants versus a crowd of humans."
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Post by The Man on Oct 10, 2009 16:28:28 GMT -5
::In the long-term, that was something the Professor wished her to overcome, but there was always a more pressing matter. He handed her spoon to her.:: "Marshmallows, whipped cream, or cinnamon?"
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 10, 2009 16:29:24 GMT -5
"Marshmallows," she said, indulging a little.
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Post by The Man on Oct 10, 2009 16:33:51 GMT -5
::The Professor removed the bag of miniature marshmallows from the cupboard, and also brought down a cinnamon stick for his cocoa.::
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Post by Typhoid on Oct 10, 2009 16:36:34 GMT -5
She took a seat, pulling her coat in on herself as she sat down.
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Post by The Man on Oct 10, 2009 16:38:39 GMT -5
::When the kettle whistled, the Professor removed it from the stove and poured sufficient amounts of water into each of their glasses. He then wheeled over to the table, setting both down. He set the marshmallow bag beside her, and began to stir his cocoa.::
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