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Second Floor Common Room, Weds Afternoon

Given her carnie upbringing and her 'condition,' Ada Miller went through more body glitter in a week than most people used in their lifetime. And Ada had an Adventure coming up, so of course that meant replenishing her supplies.

In this particular case, it meant she was hard at work in the little common room kitchen, baking sheets spread out all over the counters as she rotated things in-and-out of the little oven, pans shimmering with different crystal colors as she baked up her latest batches of water-solulable (and very delicious!) glitter. Yes, the commercial stuff was probably easier to use, but Ada's creations were more fun.

Mix, bake, crush, mix, fill the mason jars and seal. Repeat. Hopefully no one else wanted this oven today, because she was going to be awhile.

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Peebee was bored, and restless, and poking her head in and out of common rooms with some vague plan of heading out to explore in a little while.

She hung around in the doorway for a minute or so and just watched before asking, brightly, "Oooh, whatcha doing that's all sparkly?"

"Makin' body glitter," Ada said cheerfully as she carefully added in some red food coloring to her latest batch. "Or I guess you could put it on cupcakes or something since it's edible, but that ain't what I use it for."

TMI, ADA.

Peebee just snickered. "Edible glitter, huh? If someone didn't put it to the really fun uses I'd say that was a waste of potential."

"Oh, it gets used," Ada laughed. "An' in plenty of fun ways."

Totally Dirty

She gestured to the growing collection of mason jars filled with shimmery colors. "You got a favorite? Take one or two. 'M makin' a big batch."

"How many fun ways?" Peebee asked. "Rough estimate. I'm genuinely curious here."

Don't encourage TMI, Peebee.

She did bounce over to the jars to look them over. "Oooh, purple. Excellent."

"Well, m' personal favorite is t' find someone who shares your love of sparkly, an' play a few rounds of 'tattoo artist,'" Ada said cheerfully. "Everybody's pretty, an' everybody wins."

"Spreading the fun and the glitter around. I like it," Peebee decided. "Still not sure why this place is so big on glitter, but who am I to argue with the sparkly?"

"'M from a carnival, so glitter is kinda required," Ada laughed. "Th' offical food groups of a carnie are sugar, magic, an' glitter."

"Didn't think a Townie school would be so big on th' stuff, but I ain't arguing. Just more people t' appreciate m' skills."

It was skill! Just... fun skill.

"Y'considered green?" she asked, leaning over to tap a bright spring color. "It'd bring out those pretty eyes of yours something nice."

Ada Miller, stop hitting on the new kids."

Peebee was just outright grinning now, but she had to throw in a wink. It would be rude to let the compliment go unacknowledged, after all. "Good idea. You have good taste, I have to say, if first impressions are something to go by."

She reached for the jar of green glitter and smudged some of it across her cheekbones, just below the eye makeup.

Then eyed her glittery fingertip, and licked it.

"Also skill. Yup."

"Makin' good impressions is a specialty," Ada replied, a smirk lingering near her lips. "I do like makin' people happy with m' skills."

"Do you, now?" Peebee's grin took on a slightly smug dimension as she stuck her finger in the glitter jar for a second taste test. Scientific method, right? "Color coordination, let's call it creative science, and flattery, and you're three for three there, so far."

"M' cousins always did say flattery will get me everywhere," she retorted cheekily. "I do so enjoy it when they're right."

"'M Ada, by th' way. Ada Miller."

"Oh, sure, flattery will get you everywhere, but only as long as you know how to use it, which you clearly do. I'm Peebee," she said with a broad grin. "Nice to meet you, Ada."

"So you're th' Peebee that Dante thinks I'd get on with like a house on fire," she said approvingly. "Good t' know you got good taste in glitter."

"Aha, so you're a friend of his!" Peebee's smirk got a touch broader. "Is giving people suggestions on who to hang out with a hobby for him? Because he's pretty good at it."

"Not usually, more like he sees opportunities for trouble an' sits back t' enjoy th' fun," Ada laughed.

Also, he tended to fuss in his Dante-type way if he thought she was sad or lonely, but Peebee didn't need to know that.

"Yeah, that does sound like him." Peebee made a show of shaking her head, but didn't in the least seem like she disapproved of this strategy. "Can't say I think that sounds boring."

"Why would I be friends with someone who's boring? There ain't enough time in m' life for that kinda nonsense," Ada scoffed. "If they ain't interested in m' brand of fun, we ain't gonna be good friends."

"Mind, my ideas of fun tend t' be 'weird' or 'illegal' for most people, but that's what makes it fun."

"Well, obviously." Safe to say Peebee might like you already, Ada. "Is there any point otherwise?"

"I tried t' be friends with a normal-ish person once," Ada confided. "'Cause she seemed shy but sweet. It didn't go so good, she ended up running away from me."

Lucille.

Never tell Peebee exactly who you were talking about, Ada, or she was going to go and deliberately find her.

"Eh." She waved a hand. "Some people just can't handle a certain amount of awesome."

Clearly, she felt sorry for them.

Jughead wanted nothing to do with the oven. This wasn't even his common room; he was just... wandering around.

Possibly in search of snacks.

Possibly not in search of people, but the person here seemed to have a miniature factory thing happening and, well, sometimes curiosity won out over his antisocial tendencies.

"What is that?"

"Art," Ada said cheerfully, licking the remains of a color off her fingers. "Sparkly, sugary art."

Mmmm...sugar.

"Doesn't look like any kind of art I've seen before," Jughead said, as he made his way into the common room for a closer look. But he wasn't judging.

"Cookin' is an art," Ada said, wiping her fingers off on her skirt, "--in that it's so easy t' get wrong, that gettin' it right takes work."

"This in particular is th' fine art of makin' edible glitter outta sugar, honey powder, luster dust, food coloring, an' a willingness t' know you look like a mad scientist while you do it," she continued, grinning. "Chemistry for fun an' sparkles."

"I did not know you could make glitter," Jughead admitted, moseying on to where he could actually peer at one of the sheets, now. "Honestly I thought glitter just sort of happened."

In... factories, so maybe not just 'happened', but still.

He was no expert.

"Well, around here it just happens," Ada admitted, "Don't know nowhere else it just rains glitter from th' sky for giggles."

She glanced over at him. "Don't go touchin' that pan, it's still hot. You wanna try some, grab one of the jars on th' counter and a spoon. 'S meant t' be body glitter, so it's a bit sticky."

"I wasn't going to touch it." Probably. He tilted his head as he looked at the pan. It was pretty glittery. "I don't know if I want glitter. Like, on my person, right now."

Wait, hold on.

He looked up.

"Did you say it rains glitter?"

"'S done it at least once while I've been here," Ada replied. "Glitter, candy, condoms, small animals... weather can get kinda weird, so keep an umbrella by your door."

"Is there anything that doesn't get weird around here?"

He had to ask. Because it was starting to feel like the answer was going to be 'no'.

"No," she answered cheerfully. "I been a boy twice, an' that was not somethin' I was expecting, let me tell you. Still not one of m' favorite experiences."

And it was hard to not notice all that going on when Summer passed by on the way back to her room.

"Uhh, what's all this?" she asked, poking her head in for a closer look.

"Glitter, or it will be," Ada said as she pulled another tray out of the oven and slid a new one in. "Sweet, sweet, edible glitter."

"Wait, you're making glitter?" Honestly, someone had to make it, right, so it was weird that Summer never thought that people could make their own glitter. And there was a slight pause before the last bit caught up with her. "Edible?"

God, she hoped the island wasn't being funny and suddenly making it so she could only repeat what other people said or something...

"Yup," she replied cheerfully. "Sure, th' island likes t' make it rain from th' sky sometimes, but that stuff gets stuck in everything an' it ain't no good t' eat. Mine washes right off if y'hop in th' shower and it's sweet."

Summer spared a slight glance down at her shirt, where glitter from Arts & Crafts still clung to the fabric. "Yeah, no kidding," she murmured, then shook her head. "I never thought that you could just, you know, make your own, but that's smart, really smart. Besides, who doesn't love sweet?"

She would admit she was a little skeptical, but it seemed pretty legit from what she could tell so far.

"Oh, hey, by the way, I never got the chance to thank you for the suggestion about the cereal. I didn't get the information I was looking for, but it did allow me to start a very lucrative black market on the stuff back home, so there is that."

"An' money'll buy you information," Ada pointed out, "So's just a bit more of a circular route but it works."

"Or at least cover my weekly diner trips to keep my potential jailbreak partner on the good side in the meantime," Summer agreed. She moved into the room, draping herself on a chair to get comfortable. "Is the glitter for any...particular...special...occasion?"

Said with slight eyebrow wiggle. She kept up. She knew what glitter...edible glitter...would probably mean around here.

"Goin' t' Baltimore with some friends for Pride," she explained, grabbing a jar and starting to pour some of the cooled sugar-glitter into it. "Sure, th' store-bought stuff would probably work just fine for th' day, but why not share some love?"

"An' it's always good t' have a stash of it ready, if'n that sex-pollen stuff happens again."

And those wiggled eyebrows turned into an arched one. "Now that's one I haven't heard before," Summer said. "Sex-pollen? And I bet that is exactly how it sounds, isn't it?"

Ada grinned. "Pretty much," she admitted. "Something starts blooming -- hell if I know what -- an' instead of allergies like itchy eyes or a stuffed nose, everyone gets an itch they gotta scratch."

"Yeah, definitely nobody mentioned that," said Summer, shaking her head, "which, I don't know, I'd much rather be prepared for that just something like turning into a boy or a cute fluffy animal. People have...interesting priorities here. And I assume it turns out better for here than that one time my grampa helped my brother with a stupid love potion that ended up infecting everyone except blood relatives because it was flu season."

Thankfully, in her universe, everything got fixed and it was all a-okay afterwards. The same could not be said for her brother and grampa's original universe...

"Eh, hormones happen every day, th' pollen's just more," Ada said, waving a hand. "Lots more, but you don't gotta act on it or nothing if'n you don't want to. Just gotta take a lot of cold showers."

"But I ain't never seen no love potion type of thing happen. Like, people were actually falling in love-love? That's so weird."

"With my brother," said Summer, as if that was easily the weirdest thing about it. "And not just, like, schmoopy, swooning, take-a-cold-shower-and-I'm-good kind of love, but, like, rabid, claw-out-another-girl's-eyes-to-get-closer-to-him kind of obsession. Super weird, super gross, love potions are bad, mm'kay? At least when created by a super-genius alcoholic scientist."

"Like, movie-level mad scientists?" Ada asked curiously. "I thought those were just fiction. Y'know, for th' television."

"Ohhh, yeah," Summer said. "Exactly. Well, okay, not exactly . Take a movie mad scientist, drench him in alcohol, self-loathibg, repression, and regret, and you'll have Grampa Rick. But he's, like, the smartest person in our multiverse."

"Huh." Ada thought about that for a moment. "That's either gotta be pretty cool 'cause of th' smart-thing, or really fucking shitty for th' rest of it. Or both, smarts an' regret ain't oxymorons or nothing."

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