Mariusz moved around the kitchen, now that the riots were over life was returning back to normal. Well, normal for most people but he had one big stressor in his life still. He had received a message from his father that morning that he would soon, in the next three weeks, be throwing the major Embassy event for the summer... a party at the Waldorf Astoria that would require the use of the Grand Ballroom and the other major event space at the top of the hotel. Not a big deal except that he had been told in no uncertain terms that he was to bring a date to the event and that would turn out to be a tall order, no doubt, in the wake of the recent riots.

The feathered mutant stood at the oven in nothing more than a pair of red basketball shorts. On the stovetop in front of him were three skillets, one filled with diced potato, onion, and green pepper. One in which two fat homemade sausages were frying up, and another in which he had just melted some butter in preparation for making pancakes with chocolate chips in them.

Something smelled amazing... and not in a fat riddled fast food kind of way. Was someone cooking in the kitchen? It certainly seemed so! One Greek with a seemingly endless stomach had followed the smell from her nook around the corner, curious as to who was making something that smelled so delicious.

She was possibly also a little hungry, seeing as her appetite has been kicked into action from the scent. Barefoot and clad in a light blue summer dress, Andrea crept silently toward the kitchen with the book she had been reading clasped to her chest. With the chaos that had descended upon the city still being so fresh in her mind, she was more than a little wary of stumbling upon new faces. Some of the things she has seen on the news had been just horrible; on both sides.

However, she figured a quick peek inside the kitchen couldn't possibly hurt, even if it was only to satisfy her curiosity. She could always come back for a snack later, after all. Unfortunately for her, as she was nearing the doorway, she stumbled over her own feet, squeaked in surprise, and ended up falling into the door face first. This resulted in her unceremoniously falling into the kitchen, slamming the door against the wall, and tossing her book across the room while she was at it.

Mariusz whirled around at the noise, spatula in hand, though he was mindful not to fan his wings since that would have made a colossal mess of breakfast. As he did so the book flew across the room and thumped against his chest before falling to the ground. "Oh my," he said, quickly tossing the spatula down on the counter top and crossed to the woman, offering her a hand to help her to her feet if she wanted it.

"I did not startle you did I," he asked, momentarily forgetting that he was still in the process of making breakfast. "I have that affect on people sometimes, though I assure you it is unintentional. I imagine you can empathize," he continued, making a reference to the woman's own physical mutations.

"I am Mariusz Kasparek, relatively new here."

Cheeks flushed brown from embarrassment, Andrea took the offered hand with one of her own and crawled back up to her feet. "Oh, not at all. I... um.. I actually just tripped on my way in. I can be so clumsy sometimes." Only tripped. Yes. Not tripped-while-trying-to-spy. Nope.

The comment about her being empathetic to him based on her appearance flew right over her head, as she adjusted her dress back into it's proper place and tugged one sleeve back onto her shoulder. With a nervous, bashful smile, the Greek curled her toes on the floor and shook the hand she still had a hold of gently. "Andrea Gordon, relatively old. Er, I mean old in how long I have been here.. not old in age." The brown in her cheeks darkened and she cleared her throat, opting to start over instead of digging her pit of embarrassment any deeper.

"Are... you cooking something?" She released his hand, clasping hers behind her back, and leaned a little in order to peek around him.

"Breakfast," Mariusz said, suddenly remembering. He let go of the woman's hand and returned to the stove top. "Sausage, pancakes, and a kind of pan-fried casserole. Are you hungry," he asked, picking the spatula and checking on the sausages and casserole.

"There is fresh orange juice on the island and Irish Breakfast Tea in the coffee pot. The good stuff, loose leaf," he continued, speaking slightly over his shoulder as he poured some pancake batter into the buttered skillet and began to make the first of the pancakes after dropping a handful of chocolate chips into the poured batter.

Blinking as he left her, Andrea stood for a moment simply watched him. Sausages, pancakes, and casserole? She had never heard of such a combination for breakfast. Then again, she had never heard of a lot of things. Being home-everything tended to have that effect on some people.

Tea, however, sounded lovely. Even if it felt like she was going to start drooling, and her stomach was rumbling softly. "I am always hungry, but I could not steal your breakfast when you have worked so hard on it." Remembering she had feet, and that she used to have a book, she set about collecting her novel, before she headed for the pot he had pointed out.

She fished out a cup and reached for the pot, when she noticed something... strange. There was a large, blue-eyed spider sitting on the counter, giving her the strangest look. Could spiders even give people looks?

This one was.

It took a moment for her mind to register that she was staring down a rather frightening arachnid, but when it finally did her reaction made up for the delay. "YEEK!" Her cup went flying (and her book... again), and the Greek through herself back with enough force that she slammed into the counter behind her and was up on it in the blink of an eye. "S-S-SPIDER!"

"Oi! Shut your hole, it's just a freakin' bug."

Another body entered the room, slumping along in pink and black pants and a white tank-top, while the blue eyed spider on the counter tilted its body in a puzzled manner at the green screaming meatbag. 

Megan, who was obviously suffering through the after effects of a long day of drinking, headed straight for the fridge. The twenty six year old yanked the door open, grabbed a jug of milk from inside, and took a long drink straight from it. Glancing over at the feathered mutant by the strove once she was done, and then at the green girl still hiding on the counter, she raised a delicate eyebrow and snorted.

"There some sorta convention going on in here or sumthin'?" Tossing the milk back into the fridge and kicking the door shut, she proceeded to start scouring cupboards and drawers in search of something to settle her stomach. Preferably something that would also put her back to sleep, so she could continue ignoring the existence of everything.

"She is not wrong, the spider will not hurt you," Mariusz said, having whirled around again when the other physical mutant in the kitchen had made all the hullabaloo about the spider before, just as quickly resuming his cooking. "I have more than enough here to share with a few others, though I must wonder if it is completely necessary that you drink straight from the carton. The cooking process destroys germs, but still..."

"Is there something I can help you with," he asked the new arrival as she began to wander around the kitchen rifling through everything. He flipped the pancake that was in the skillet and then flipped the sausages over and checked on the potatoes and onions in the skillet. "Mariusz Kasparek, by the way," he said, holding up the spatula and shaking it slightly and then returning to the cooking.

"Charmed." She answered curtly back, blowing bangs from her eyes as she abandoned one cupboard and rested her back against the counter. The Green woman still refused to get down from the counter. It was cute. Horribly, offensively, cute. Crossing her arms over her chest, Megan silently commanded the spider on the counter to dance.

Following it's mistresses command, the arachnid hoisted itself up onto four legs, threw four more into the air, and started shimmying around on the counter.

"Hair of the dog." She eyed him for a moment, "or maybe feather of the bird, in this case, and... are you saying I have germs, Polly?"

Andrea blinked, her gaze shifting from Mariusz to the new girl and then back to the spider. She didn't budge, however, until it started... dancing? She'd never known a bug to dance. Well, actually, maybe some danced, but it certainly wasn't a waltz. This one looked to be waltzing.

Fascinated, she crept down from her perch and across the floor, and leaned down to watch the little blue eyed creature more closely. "...I.. Suppose you are right, Mariusz. It does not appear to be dangerous at a--"

And then without any warning, the spider leaped onto her face. The Greek shrieked, turned, and ran smack into the nearest wall in full fledged panic.

Megan could barely contain herself, ending up bent over the counter in laughter at the sight of what had just played out. "Oh man! Did'ju see here face?! Ohmygod!"

From around the counter skittered the spider, who bee-lined straight for Megan's leg and vanished into her pants.

"Not germs, per se," he said, not turning to face Megan since he was busy cooking. "I merely mean to imply that it is unhygienic to drink directly from the carton. Rude is a good term for it. Others may wish to drink milk without also sharing, well, germs I guess." He checked the pancake, saw it needed more browning and left it be. Focused on his cooking as he was he completely missed the dancing spider and Andrea's response to it.

Until there was a loud thump.

Mariusz whirled around again and beheld Andrea passed out on the ground. "What just happened," he asked, removing the pancake from the skillet and then reducing the heat on the other skillets before going to check on Andrea.

"Sleeping beauty over there ran into the wall."

She responded, boredly picking at the peeling paint on her nails before she turned to continue her pursuit for after-hangover cures. Which would probably just end up being more booze.

"Where the hell do yall keep the spirits in here?"

The spider queen waved a box of cheerios at him in frustration, before tossing it onto the counter. Then, she eyed the food Mr. Feathers had been cooking, and pondered how quickly she could run off with it before he was once against unoccupied.

Andrea was... dizzy. She also didn't know where her glasses had gone, as the ceiling was not shaded dark grey. Someone was also laughing, and there wasn't a spider on her face any longer.

"...That... dancing... not nice."

Blinking, the Greek didn't bother trying to get up until she heard someone approach, at which point she averted her eyes and started sitting up. What had happened indeed! She wasn't entirely sure. She was, however, starting to suspect that the woman who had been laughing had something to do with it.

One she was able to turn and crawl back up to her feet, now nursing a sore forehead and nose, she set about glancing around for her sunglasses.

"I am okay!"

"I can see that, I suspect you had something to do with it and this is a school, there is no liquor in the kitchen where the kids could get at it unsupervised," Mariusz said, narrowing his eyes at Megan and rising from checking on Andrea as the green woman scrambled back to her feet. He turned and went back to the skillet, pouring more batter into it and adding more chocolate chips.

"Good, but you still have not answered my question. Either of you. Do you want breakfast or not," he asked. There was more than enough for everyone, it would take a bit of time to fry up some more sausages, of course, but he was still cooking up pancakes and that would take long enough to fry up the needed sausage was well.

"Well?"

Andrea glanced at Mariusz, then at Megan, and blinked. Of course she wanted breakfast. What a silly question!

...Then she had to remind herself that this man barely knew her, and therefor most likely did not know she was almost always eating. "If is of no bother to you, I would most certainly love breakfast."

She smiled, snagged her glasses from the spot they had claimed under the counter, and moved to seat herself at the table. Once she was seated, she glance at the dark haired woman again and frowned. "I do not believe we have gotten your name yet? I am Andrea."