cover my heart and hit the deck

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Who: Stefan Salvatore, YOU
What: Kissing! And Stefan going about his day.
When: Anytime Wednesday to Wednesday, pick a time and a place
Where: Anywhere, everywhere
Rating: PG
Note: Action spam and prose welcome!

[ If Stefan isn't at The Pie Hole (where he's baking) he can be caught on his way to and from there, in the library of the castle, in the hallways, stairwells. He even sometimes pensively stands on the roof, just because. Or, sometimes, his door is open. It reminds him of the second time he went to college. He could also be around the kitchen or Death Match. He will not be in the Lux. Other than that, have at it! ]

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"Why?" he asked, leaning against the counter, the pancakes sizzling. "I don't think I'm the first to choose pancakes -- or to make them here but, do others? A lot?" It was a serious question. He was curious. "And yes, there is plenty of room. I'm a great cook."

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She smiled briefly, looking down and before bringing her head back up and shaking it. "It's nothing, don't worry about it."

And before he had a chance to make her elaborate, she changed the subject. "So, baking! Is this something you've always had fun doing?"

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"Okay," he said, grabbing a spatula and turning a pancake. "Pretty much. Cooking in general is pretty relaxing. But, what I really love is the reaction - when someone I cook for enjoys my food. It feels good," he replied, smiling. "Do you cook?"

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That question kind of made her laugh, and her brows raised as she looked away, staring a bit in front of her. "Not so much." Then she focused back on him. "My mom did most of the cooking."

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"Ah," he replied. "But, you eat."

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"I do." Another brief smile and a head nod. "As I'm sure about everyone else does here."

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"Probably," he said, the conversation winding down. Getting out a plate, he moved the two pancakes onto it, making sure to turn off the burner. "Well, I --" But, his sentence was interrupted as the familiar flash of gold swooped by.