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Hawken Terrell 
"Flour over - what no? Why are you what?" Broccoli stepped back only to have another boy who was standing next to Cela rub him.
"I'm Broccoli..." Pause. Blink. Wonder if he should rub the Varius back. Decides its too weird. "What are you two doing?"
The elf was looking at him wondering what he wanted. He almost bounced with anticipation. "No, I just needed some honey for a - ah..." he paused again. Last time he had said the word 'potion' people freaked out about him brewing a potion in the dormatories when he really wasn't brewing but rather simply mixing a few things together.
Which reminded him. He still needed... "And some Jimson weed. But I don't figure you have that in here, since it's not exactly edible."
"Broccoli?" Varius' ears perked at the sound of his name, "You're called Broccoli?" At last! He had found someone with just as an unusual name as Varius Numerus Tipps! How delightful. "Well pleased to meet you Cauliflower."
He continued to pat the flour into his clothing when he overheard Cauliflower needed honey, "Oh are you going to use the honey to help reduce the bags under your eyes? It's very handy for that." Nothing like being blunt, Varius... or getting the boys name wrong within five minutes of him telling you what it is.
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Argyle Argyle looks at the new boy who says he's a vegetable. Argyle doesn't think he looks like broccoli at all. The boy must want broccoli too. "Argyle has broccoli and honey, but no Jimson weed. Elves don't cook with Jimson weed. I can get the broccoli and honey if you like?" Argyle then looks at the boy with flour all over him. "Do you need more flour?"
"Hmm," Varius pondered as he patted the last of the flour into his face. He was definitely covered in it and very much white. "I think that ought to do it," he reached his hand out to the Elf and rubbed his head in thanks, "You have been a star.
"Right, I must be off, got things to do," he informed Cela and Cauliflower, "That... involve being covered in flour..." and with that he left the kitchens looking as white as a ghost... Myrtle was going to love this!