<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/DemeterHouseAvi.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Clementine "CeCe" Culpepper<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>September 12 / Morning<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Clementine, Lulukat and Heather's Dorm Room<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>OPEN to anyone<br/><hr/>You could dress a country girl up and teach you all the manners you wanted, but there would always be a little farm girl in Clementine Culpepper.  As such she still got up around dawn.  Clementine was washed dressed and her long light brown hair was perfectly quaffed. The honey brown hair was piled up on the crown of her head and pinned in place with silver hair pins.  A few long coils framed her face.  CeCe had on a pretty yellow sundress with little white flowers and a white apron that covered her very large breasts and cinched around her hourglass waist.  She was humming to herself quietly as she worked around the kitchenette.<br/><br/>The stove held three skillets.  Bacon sizzled in one skillet and sausage in another.  The third was reserved for omelets.  To the side was a large waffle iron fluffing open with one of the three waffle batters she had prepared.  This morning it was two sweet and one savory batter: Blackberry Cobbler (https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/enhanced/webdr03/2013/3/6/9/enhanced-buzz-17605-1362581279-0.jpg?downsize=715:*&output-format=auto&output-quality=auto), Carrot Cake Waffles with Cinnamon Maple Cream Cheese (https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/enhanced/webdr02/2013/3/4/11/enhanced-buzz-30763-1362414055-7.jpg?downsize=715:*&output-format=auto&output-quality=auto) and Ham and Cheese (https://img.buzzfeed.com/buzzfeed-static/static/enhanced/webdr02/2013/3/4/12/enhanced-buzz-8105-1362417253-3.jpg?downsize=715:*&output-format=auto&output-quality=auto).  The smell of breakfast filled their small dorm room and wafted out into the hallway.<br/><br/>It would have been a lot for one chef to handle, but the lovely lopunny mix had an advantage.  Her biological mother’s DNA had manifested in many ways.  Her super strength and her amped up libido were no help in the kitchen, but her super speed and agility allowed her to do the work of an entire kitchen full of chefs without breaking so much as a sweat.  She cracked and whisked eggs in the blink of an eye and spun together batter in a blur.  The whole time the hum of a soft country tune floated about the complex dance she wove about the tiny kitchen space.  The little table was set with plates and silverware and glasses and butter dishes.  There was a bowl with extra blackberries if anyone wanted them and a container of maple syrup.<br/><br/>Clementine enjoyed cooking for her roommates and anyone else really.  She had a knack for it and it made her happy to see the pleasure in people’s faces with they ate at her table.  CeCe had gotten that from her human mother who was an amazing cook in her own right.  It was getting towards breakfast time and soon the smell of a freshly cooked breakfast would bring sleepy lovelies to her table and she gave a contented smile her hips swaying happily to the tune on her lips.<br/><br/>