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Who: Cooper Anderson and... [open]
Where: The Kitchens
When: Current? February 1st.
Rating: PG13 maybe for swearing?
Summary: SO! Cooper has been a little mia lately. If anyone was looking for him, he's been in his room and hiding away from everyone. No, he wasn't sick, if anything he was homesick. Sure, Blaine is here, but that's it. No acting auditions. No friends from California. This place is not home and he had a little trouble adjusting to that. Today? Today Cooper has gotten a little tipsy and wandered down to the kitchen to drink more and cook. Who will he run into in the kitchen?
The Story:

Cooper giggled slightly as he made his way into the kitchen. Bright eyes widened and he let out a low whistle as he swayed up to the counter. The kitchen was impressive, both in size and beauty. Even his parents kitchen wasn't this nice. "Sweet," he called out to no one in particular. Amused that he was talking to himself, he made his way over to the fridge.

In truth, Cooper wasn't getting along very well in Wonderland. Not like he thought he would. When he first arrived, he'd reunited with his brother, only to be pulled into a mirror universe and watch everything happen with no power whatsoever to change things. Oh, he finally had been able to come back. When his mirror had come back. It had startled him. After that, he pulled back a little. Well, for him, a lot. Slowly, he began getting used to the idea he wasn't going home. Mostly, Wonderland wasn't California. He didn't hate it, after all, Blaine was here. Still, he didn't love it either. He felt bored. He couldn't work. He had nowhere to be and nothing to do. And, honestly, he didn't want to bother his brother all day, every day. Blaine would want his privacy.

Which is how Cooper wound up hiding in his room for the last few days and drinking a little more than he should. After a few days of liquid lunches, he decided it was probably time to actually eat something. The beautiful thing about Wonderland was that it gave you anything you wanted when you wanted it. When Cooper opened the fridge, he saw exactly what he wanted. Lots of food to cook with and a surplus of cold beer for him to drink. Maybe this place wasn't so bad?

Opening another beer that he probably didn't need, he began to pull out some food and lay the items out on the counter. He didn't even know what he was going to be cooking yet, but it was going to be fun. He would make sure of it.

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Alan is currently spending some quality time with Cooper, and by quality time, I mean drunken shenanigans. THE BEST KIND. He shambles in after the man he was previously drinking with, idly yawns, and stretches. Why is he following Cooper again? Oh yeah, food. Glorious food. Alan adores two things about this place, and those are the undying supply of food and the means to get anything he wants.

"Wait, wait! You know what we shhould find?"

He grabs onto Anderson's arm, expression serious. This is the MOST IMPORTANT THING in the world right now. THE MOST.

"A chocolate fountain. No, no, wait. A chocolate WATERFALL. "

Cooper turned to Alan, nodding his head in agreement. His eyes widen and he thinks that this is very important to them both. "Chocolate. Yeah! And like, things to dip IN the fountain. Strawberries. Marshmallows!" He laughed. "If there's no fountain, I can melt some. Easy!"

He moved around the kitchen to one of the cupboards. "Cupboard," he yelled. "Show me a chocolate fountain! With everything I need, yeah!" Opening the doors, he smiled as he pulled out a fountain and two containers of chocolate. "Sweet!! See if there's stuff in the fridge we can dip?"

Somewhere in the back of his mind he knew this was going to be messy. Still, he didn't care.

"Alan! See if there is pineapple!"

Alan flings open the door to the massive fridge and starts digging around in one of the fruit drawers. There's even some fruit in here he doesn't recognize! Why the hell is that one shaped like a star? He has no idea, but he knows he wants to eat it. What the hell even is this thing?

Eventually he finds a pineapple.

"Got it!"

This is going to be messy, very messy. Alan sees this plan as GENIUS, but it likely is going to end in disaster.

Cooper sets up the machine, plugging it in and setting it right in the center of the counter. "Oh god, will two tubs of chocolate be enough?" He turns and starts rifling through a cupboard. "Ooh! Marshmallows AND graham crackers!"

He snorted and grabbed both of those, before turning to Alan. "Damn, that is a big pineapple. We need a KNIFE!"

His eyes were wide as her turns around, surveying the kitchen. "What is that in your hand? That is not a pineapple! It's... Is that a star?"

"No no! Wait! We need a SHWORD!"

The expression on his face is that of a man who just said the possible greatest thing ever. He seems very pleased with his sudden decision to use a sword to cut the fruit. Wait. Star?

Alan pokes the starfruit thing.

"I dunno. Aren't stars..supposed to be on fire?"

"Yes! A shword."

He laughed and moved over to Alan. His eyes widen and he pokes the starfruit as well. He suddenly feels very serious, analyzing it.

"It doesn't look on fire?"

Does it look on fire? Does it?? Alan stares at the fruit intensely to discern this important fact. He eventually comes to the conclusion that no, it is not on fire. Fire is hot and smells like smoke.

"..Noo..but maybe..it's a baby star?"

"Oh, if it's a baby star, then we can't eat it yet. It has to ripen and grow!" His smile widened and he looked at Alan like this was the most serious thing in the world. "I mean, come on. We have to protect it. We can't eat it until its time!"

Taking some of the other things, he moved over to the machine and started to pour the chocolate in. In a flash, the fountain was running beautifully, with chocolate flowing like out of some restaurant. Cooper stared, awestruck.

It was only a matter of time before they made a mess.

There's noises in the kitchen, and that has Toothless curious. But more importantly, the Night Fury is hungry. His spirits have been a little brighter, as of late, now that D'Artagnan is starting to work out his harness, and his appetite's picked back up. He sniffs, cautiously, for a familiar scent, near the door to the kitchen.

Not smelling one, he decides to investigate anyway. A big head with large, bright green eyes pokes its way through the door.

"I'm hungry like the woooooooolf." Cooper was singing as he danced around the kitchen. The only thing that would make it better was Blaine, but Blaine wasn't there. "I'm hungry like the wooooolf."

He turned, eyes widening as he saw the doorway hanging out in the doorway. Slowly, he stepped over to the door, raising his hands carefully.

"Hey you," he murmured, trying not to be scared. He didn't have much experience with dragons. "How you doing?"

Toothless cocked his head, encouraged by the fact that this Viking's eyes hadn't expanded to the size of dinner plates. He moved forward into the room, mrrring quietly and sniffing at the air.

He laughed and moved loser to the dragon, his hands raised in a sign that he wasn't dangerous. "Hey, it's okay... I'm Cooper."

Motioning behind him to the fridge, he wondered just what dragons eat? "You hungry, pal?"

Satisfied, Toothless moved closer and snuffled at Cooper's clothing to get a bead on his scent, adding that to his mental catalog, before looking up at him with those wide green eyes.

He nodded.

Cooper smiled warmly at the dragon. It was the eyes that really did him in. Those wide green eyes were beautiful. He stared for a minute before turning to the fridge. "Well, let's see what we can get you, hmm? I mean, what do dragons eat," he mumbled more to himself than the dragon. "I don't think the chocolate fountain will do it for you."

Opening the door, he stared into the fridge. Suddenly, there was a plate of fish on the shelf that had not been there a moment before. Raising an eyebrow, he took out the plate and set it on the counter. "This? This what you want, friend?"

Two legs were up on the counter, and then the fish was gone. Down, down into the Night Fury's stomach. He rumbled with satisfaction, nudging Cooper gently in thanks. The Vikings around here were surprisingly thoughtful, like Hiccup.

He moved back, to allow Cooper to do whatever it was before he had entered the room.