Fourth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[bearmaidenfair]

Talking to one of the new kids at the picnic had reminded Vider of what it was like to be new here and not sure where the food came from at a place like this, which had reminded her that it had been a while since she'd provided food for the community rather than swiping whatever was unlabeled in the fridge. So she'd done some shopping, and some cooking, and now a big pot of beef stew was simmering away on the stovetop. There were also two six-packs of honey soda in the fridge; one was blank, but the other had Vider's name clearly written on each bottle. Her generosity only extended so far.

((Open common room is open!))