Elizabeth laughed at her friend’s self-deprecating remark. “Well, if you’re going to nuke it, just let me know so I can slip on my lead apron.” The girl shoved her braid back in its spot. A swipe of her hand similarly displaced some of the strands that had escaped the braid. All Liz seemed to be thinking about was how well the two of them seemed to be getting along. That little fact made the animal empath’s smile brighter and cheerier than normal. It wasn’t every day you became friends with someone. Or at least, that had never been the case for her.

Then a thought struck her. She said, “On a completely unrelated topic, I hope you don’t mind my parrot. I’d think the administrators would’ve warned you, but they can’t always think of everything. I know the bird’s a little loud and obnoxious at times. Especially when it’s most inconvenient. And he’s somehow started to learn how to curse in some kind of Celtic language or something. Does any of that bother you too excessively?” Roommates live together; they needed to know all their worst habits and living styles.

As she talked, the girl bustled about, grabbing ingredients and making sure she had everything. On many occasion had she been halfway through making something when she’d realized that she’d left out a very important step or component resource. She cracked the eggs and dumped them into the mixing bowl. Placing the spent shells off to the side in a little stack, Liz reached for the milk. Addressing serena, Liz asked, “Do you think you could measure out a teaspoon of all those things and put ‘em in here?” A hand waved lazily at the sugar and spices.

Serena laughed. "Yeah, I'll do that." She would most certainly warn a person if she was about to irradiate them. However, she had no intention of doing that... To anyone.

She brushed hair out of her face as Liz asked Serena about Liz's pet. "Oh, I don't mind, I like pets." In truth that was partially the truth, partially politeness, she had never had any pets, or really been around many animals, however she was telling the truth when she said that she didn't mind.

Serena nodded to Liz's request and began measuring teaspoons of the sugar and the cinnamon and such, then began to put them into the mixing bowl as Liz had requested. She smiled. "This is actually sort of fun."

Ingredients soon began to fly around the kitchen as the two teens worked their culinary magic upon the items. As key components mixed in with additional elements, savory scents began to permeate the air. The mixture in the bowl was soon stirred and whirled around, joining the various things together in a delectable dip. Elizabeth couldn’t help but to agree with Serena’s assertion. “Yeah, this is, isn’t it? I absolutely enjoy cooking, but baking’s my specialty,” she responded.

The mutant whirled around and set a skillet on the stove. Adjusting the various knobs to where they needed to be, Liz soon has the pan heating up as she found some butter to melt on the metal. By now, the primitive pseudo-smell of their concoction was wafting around the room. Liz’ stomach began protesting its nightly fast as they came closer to achieving their goal.

“And now, the fun begins! Now we put the bread in that stuff and then slap it on the skillet. Oh, could you grab some plates? They should be around here somewhere,” Liz rambled as she worked.

Serena laughed and smiled as the cooked. She was seriously enjoying herself. Liz was an awesome girl. And cooking with her was certainly a lot of fun, even if it was just to sate their morning hunger.

She nodded with a grin to Liz and began searching cabinets. Dear lord this was a large kitchen. Serena figured though, you would probably need a large kitchen to feed such a large number of students.

She found them. The plates were in a cupboard near the sink. She took out a couple and brought them over to Liz. Her stomach growled. "These smell good Liz! I can't wait to try them."

“I know, right?” Elizabeth replied offhandedly, spinning like a dervish as she collected the plates from Serena and scattered them on the counter. Chattering aimlessly (which was slightly out of character for her, but hey, who cares at such an early hour?) Liz proceeded to dip several slices of bread into their batter before slapping them on the pan. She was only able to fit about four slices on before she ran out of room. While the sides of those pieces of bread were toasting, the blonde pranced around to another random set of cupboards and switched a spatula from its container.

Returning to her domain at the range, Liz set the spatula on the counter as she divvied up the plates. That one’s for me, that’s for Serena, that one will be the one we throw all the other slices on. She wasn’t expecting leftovers, but one could never be too sure how far one’s recipe was really going to go. Or how hungry they’d be. And judging from the audible protests from both her own and Serena’s stomachs, they were both probably going to be quite ravenous indeed.

Finally, after flipping the toast to get the other side toasted, Liz eventually served the first batch of toast. “Dig in,” she said cheerfully, pointing at the stack of four pieces lying on the middle plate. She began putting more slices of bread through the whole process. It was pretty nice,t he whole thing was. Breakfast. What a great way to meet a person.

Serena gave her new roommate a wide grin as she began to dish up. Serena was very glad that she had ended up with Liz for a roommate. She had a lot of character, and seemed to be very friendly and didn't mind at all that Serena's mutation revolved around blood.

In fact, she had called it 'cool'. She really was something, and it would be a good experience for Serena to have to live with a roommate, it would give her invaluable experience for when she moved out to attend university.

She had also never lived with another female. Adding to the new experience value for the blonde teen.

She got ready to dig in. And then turned her head to give Liz a wonderfully charming smile. "Thanks for cooking breakfast, Liz. And thanks for making me feel so accepted, even if I was sort of dropped on you..." with that, Serena dug into the fantastic meal that her and her new roommate had prepared.

This would certainly be the start of a new life for Serena.