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Outside the Dorms [Friday Morning]

After making a trip to the NPC Girl Scout last night, John's now loaded down with boxes and boxes of Girl Scout cookies. He keeps several boxes for himself, stowing them in his room before heading outside the dorms and deciding to just give the cookies away.

"Hear ye, hear ye, free Girl Scout cookies for one and all! All varieties! Completely and absolutely free! A nice pick me up before class!"

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"Hey!" He waves a box of cookies in front of her. "Cookies. Free. Want some?"

"Does Quantum Theory make my head want to explode?" She grinned. "You bet. Got any Thin Mints left?"

"Yep," he says and lightly tosses her a green box. "Girl Scout cookies for breakfast is the breakfast of champions!"

"They really, really are." She opened the box, and struggled with the cellophane, and eventually ripped it along the side. "Darn. I hate when I do that." She offered John the column. "Want one?"

"You don't have to ask me twice," John says and takes the offered cookies. "I love these things more then a man should admit."

"Have you ever had them frozen?" Sam asked as she took a bite of cookie. "It elevates them to an almost gourmet level."

"My mom used to put the thin mints into vanilla ice cream before there was thin mint ice cream." John is so hungry now. "So yeah, I've had them. I might have to try that tonight, in fact."

She nodded and made a note to buy some vanilla ice cream or stash the cookies in the freezer later. "Make sure you show Aeryn. I know she thinks we're nuts--it'd probably be good if you showed her that some of our traditions are actually worth it."

A thought occured to her. "Speaking of weird traditions, any plans for Thanksgiving?"

"Thanksgiving?" John frowns. "No, I'm not going home. I'm gonna stay with Aeryn here probably."

She decided not to ask why he wasn't going home--she remembered Parents' Weekend. "We should do something," Sam said as she resealed the package of cookies. "I ~~can't~~ won't be going home either. I even promise not to cook."

"Ooh, sort of like a Thanksgiving here?" John nods. "I'd like that. I think Aeryn would like it too. Spend time with people she actually likes and not my stupid family," he says just a little bitterly.

"Hey." Janet nudges him with her shoulder and then leans against John. "I'm sorry. Maybe your dad will come around eventually."

"Can you cook? Or at least help? I'm not doing this all by myself."

John leans back and tries to smile. "Eventually. Maybe. I can help. Cooking's not my strongest suit but I'm good with some side dishes."

"I can set the table. And do the dishes," she volunteered. "But where are we going to do this?"

"I could ask Daniel if we could borrow his apartment while he's gone," said Janet. "I'm sure he'd give me the keys."

"Or I could always pick the lock," she shrugged. "It's not like I've never done it before."

Janet laughed. "You've picked the lock on Daniel's apartment before?"

"Well, not this apartment, but the one in Colorado? Sure. He lost his keys, and it's not like we were exactly in a position to go back for them, if you know what I mean."

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Janet reaches up and rifles her hand through his hair. "Thanksgiving here will be fun," she says firmly. "And small, which is good. I'm not making enough turkey for the second floor. If you can handle some side dishes, that'd be a help. We'll let Sam measure the ingredients for us."

John smiles and lets her mess his hair up. "I could side dishes. Macaroni and cheese and potato salad are my strong suits. I bet we could get Lee to make a bread product.'

Janet sticks her tongue out at him. "One or the other should be plenty. We can do fresh vegetables too. Is Lee not taking advantage of the holiday to go home? Oh, I could get him the recipe for turkey stuffing."

Janet waves to Sam and grins. "I don't know. Maybe Callisto snagged the last box? But she's never had Girl Scout cookies before."

"Nope, he had another box." Sam waved her box of Thin Mints triumphantly back at Janet.

She looked over at Callisto in horror. "Never? That's so sad."

"Yes!" exclaimed Janet. "Trade you a Trefoil for a Thin Mint?"

"We need to start a Girl Scout cookie program with a bunch of people's native dimensions," said Janet, biting her cookie. I mean, how can people grow up without these?"

Sam made a face. "I don't like shortbread, but feel free to have a Thin Mint," she offered the cookie column to Janet.

"Get Elizabeth to broker the trade agreements. I'm sure Anakin would be up for the idea."

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