Second Floor Common Room; Saturday Evening [06/03].

[somethingwithturquoise]

It was so quiet, Summer half wondered if everyone had died or something. It was quieter here back home, where they had a government sanctioned curfew. And, in Summer's book, that was no bueno. And she wasn't the type to just sit there and complain about it; she was going to do something. And that something meant going to the common room and making some goddamn tacos.

Why? 1) Tacos were delicious. 2) They were easily shareable. and 3) She was really good at making tacos, yo.

She set her phone to play some music loud enough to get people's attention, and then she set to work. Tacos were best with mini dance and singing breaks, too, you know.

[[ open! come have some tacos! ]]