Loft above Luke's, Thursday morning

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Cooking shirtless wasn't something Priestly did a whole lot -- anyone who'd ever been spot burned on the pectoral by drops of flying hot oil would understand why -- but the occasion seemed to call for it, this time.

Also, somehow despite the adventures of yesterday, he was still feeling pretty hot and twitchy, so shirtless was definitely the way to go.

"So," he said, flipping a pancake with an expert flick of the skillet -- yes, he was TOTALLY showing off, why do you ask? "How do you like your eggs?"

[ooc: For the lovely lady promised breakfast, and potentially the roommate should he wander in.]

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"I dunno," April shrugged, straddling the back of a kitchen chair and sitting down to watch this. It was bound to be at least attractive, if not schadenfreudic. "Bacony?"