We are from the land of pancakes, and

here-comes-the-smoulder:

*groans dramatically* Ugh, whyyyyy. *mouth gapes for a moment before he lunges at her, twisting off the cap and pouring half of it down the back of her shirt* Not so funny when you’re the one bathing in comfortable stickiness, is it?

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I am not! You’re not a pancake. 

I’m from Spain. You do realize that I’m from Spain, yeah? Try not to sound like it’s a bloody punishment to visit or I’ll just go on my own and you can spend the summer with Hercules and Phil! -Audrey jumped when the stickiness started it’s slow descent down the back of her shirt.- Fucking hell! -She turned back on him with the whipped cream and aimed it at his nose.- TAKE THAT!

I AM THE PANCAKE OVERLORD! YOU SHOULD FEAR MY BREAKFAST POWER!

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We are from the land of pancakes, and

workingon-my-roar:

*stands on the end, balancing himself with one arm so he can hold his wand out* No problem - Nemesco! 

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-The cart took off flying and Audrey let out a loud ‘whoop’ of appreciation.- HEY! D’you think we could make it between those two pillars there then jump that wall to land?




We are from the land of pancakes, and

sofamous-ivegotmyownactionfigure:

*takes a bite of his own pancake mask* So good. 

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I think that constitutes as cannibalism, love.

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We are from the land of pancakes, and

here-comes-the-smoulder:

Doesn’t count. Naveen’s bloody house was a country in itself, s’not like I went out much. *glare of doom* …give me that. 

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No proposals at all. But I still prefer a non-pancake girlfriend. 

We’re going this summer then! -Audrey grinned with a mischievous glint in her eye.- No. -She turned the bottle upside down on him.- MY PEOPLE WILL HAVE THEIR REVENGE!

Then you’re shit out of luck, Flynny.

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We are from the land of pancakes, and

workingon-my-roar:

Neither ‘m I. 

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I’ve been dying to try this since - the other day - but still. You seem fun. This should go swimmingly. *ponders for a moment before pulling off his shoe, quickly transfiguring it into a somewhat lopsided but functional cart* …good enough. Hop in. 

-Audrey shrugged and got up, jumping into the cart more gracefully than the lopsided cart should have allowed. She braced herself at the front, ready for anything.- C’mon. Let’s see if we can beat Nearly Headless Nick down the corridor!

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We are from the land of pancakes, and

here-comes-the-smoulder:

Do I look like I’ve been to Spain to you? Well - you know, not in the middle of the night and only in your bedroom? M’not ignorant, but Hogwarts isn’t exactly an area big in Spanish cuisine - oi! Away from the hair!

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I just said m’not. There will be no pancake proposals. 

Naveen ring a bell? Any of those summers at his place? That’s Spain, buddy. -Audrey grabbed two more handfuls of syrup and ran it through his hair-

No proposals. Pancake or otherwise.

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We are from the land of pancakes, and

workingon-my-roar:

Ah, seems sensible enough. M’definitely not part horse, so that probably won’t work, unless you want a very slow trip to the kitchens.

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Well, girl…I did learn how to transfigure one of those Muggle shopping carts the other day - reckon being pushed across cobblestones in one of these would be painful? Or if we used our wands to blast some air it’d go so fast that we fly over them - 

I’m not very fond of slow.

If you’re suggesting flying to the kitchens in a shopping cart… I’m game.

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We are from the land of pancakes, and

here-comes-the-smoulder:

I don’t think Spanish pancakes exist, nor do I think they have the bone structure to navigate ships. *steals some more syrup* And I get that you meant bending the knee as a sort of saluting my allegiance, but I definitely took it in a proposal sort of way - and I’m not proposing to a pancake. 

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Do you actually know nothing about Spain? Seriously? Two. Two of your best friends are Spanish. It is amazing you are still this ignorant. -She takes some of the syrup and pours it on his head.-

You’re not proposing to anyone!




We are from the land of pancakes, and

workingon-my-roar:

What’s Herc got to do with it? I’m sure we could find some sort of creative transportation to the kitchens…

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Herc is part best friend and part horse. I’d just have him carry me if he were here. It made sense in my head.

What are you thinking…boy?

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We are from the land of pancakes, and

here-comes-the-smoulder:

You need to pick a people. You cannot be a pancake person and a Spanish person. *steals some of her syrup* S’very confusing.

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WE ARE THE SPANISH PANCAKE ARMADA. AND NO SYRUP FOR YOU UNLESS YOU BEND THE KNEE!

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