Fourth Floor Common Room, evening

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han was sick of nutribars. He decided to give the kitchenette in the common room a test run. Slartibartfast had done a good job with him last semester and he was a decent cook. Just decent, not spectacular.

Tonight, he had decided to try burritos. Meat, legumes, savory fruit and cheese in a flat-bread wrap. How hard could it be? The ground turkey sizzled away, the package of grated cheese and cans of refried beans and ro-tel mexican fiesta tomatoes stood at hand. The torillas are nearby ready to be filled.

He'd gotten the holo-player hooked to the TV and Quest for the Treasure of Xim was playing. He gave half an ear to the search for the legendary ghost-ship The Queen of Ranroon and the rest of his attention to the cooking



[[ooc: open to anyone who feels like wandering in. There's food and swashbuckling.]]

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[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana laughed. "I'm too tired to be emo!" she called back.

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

The shrub in the common room snickered.

Or it would've, if shrubs had facial expressions.

Which it didn't.

So nothing happened.

Really.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Lana noticed that the shrub in the common room - shrub in the common room? Now where did that come from? - looked like it needed watering so she went over and emptied her water bottle on it. Just trying to be helpful, you know.

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Because it was a shrub, it certainly didn't squeal a little girlishly and hop out of the room muttering.

Because shrubs don't do that.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

And since it didn't do that, Lana of course did not panic and begin hitting at it with a large heavy book in fear that it might have a gremlin hiding inside it.

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

And because shrubs don't talk, there was no reason for it to be saying something along the lines of "dammit, wench!"

Shrubs also don't normally wear pirate boots, either, so you probably don't see those either.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

Which of course couldn't make her even more nervous so that she would pull off one of the pirate boots and begin hitting the plant with it yelling "Die, Gremlin, Die!"

Thank heavens. Because that would be painful!

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

There was no possible way anyone could be seeing a shrub wearing only one boot and one grubby-looking sock running towards the door.

Because shrubs don't run or wear socks. Or swear fluently with a decidely pirate-y accent.

[lovelylana.livejournal.com]

And equally no way that Lana, being unable to see or hear any of this, would fling the boot at the head, er, um *top* of the shrub, hitting it squarely amidships - as those of the pirate-y persuasion might say.

And she certainly wouldn't smile and brush her hands off contentedly as the shrub fled the rest of the way down the hall.