Who: Rupert and Mick Where: the kitchen because Mick lives there now When: noonish
Mick was singing along to one of his favorite songs while tossing together a quick vegetable stir fry with chicken strips. He was currently improvising a dip to go with it - he had been cooking ever since the first breakfast he had made because he needed something to do and there were a few housemates who really couldn't cook at all, those poor people.
Maybe he should go through with his idea and ask around if his housemates were up to cooking together, at least in a small group. Because as much much fun as he had in his blanket nest upstairs with his loads and loads of food, he missed a somewhat regular schedule and eating with others. ydinner at home had always been a family thing, with everybody talking, sharing stories and lots of laughter. Here he hadn't even talked to most of the others yet, aside from that get together early on. The house was large enough that most of the time it was as if nobody was even around.