Dorm Roof, Wednesday Evening

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Yes, he could be doing homework or unpacking, but that would be, well, work.

Pip was on vacation.

He leaned back in the deck chair he had brought up to the roof and took a long drag on his cigarette. After balancing it on a nearby ashtray, he strummed his guitar.

Yes, technically this was the Official Brooding Zone, but quite frankly, he didn't particularly care.

Anyone who wanted to brood up there would have to put up with him playing lively Irish folk tunes.

_{[[Open for all your roof-y needs. That's roofy. As in roof-esque. If you really need the drugs, Jay and Silent Bob are back and should be hanging out near the Kwik Stop.]]}

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[nadiathesaint]

The first thing Nadia had done had been to check on Furrball. But staying in her room, after wandering around London? Wasn't going to happen. So she headed for the roof.

She was pleasantly surprised to find Pip up there with his guitar.

"Hey, Pip."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded. "Yo, Nadia. Glad to be home?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Yeah, I am." Nadia seemed somewhat surprised by this. It was new to realize she thought of Fandom as 'home'. "You?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Yep. London's cool and all, but I still say the Brits don't know how to cook worth a damn. Plus, ya know, there's the whole thing about sleeping in a hotel versus sleeping in your bed. I mean, the hotel's beds were more comfortable, but that's my bed, ya know?"

If he had actually stopped to think about it, Pip would've be suprised to realize he thought of Fandom as home as well.

[nadiathesaint]

"I know. It's good to see my cat again, too." Nadia grabbed a seat at the edge of the roof. "And you're right about the food. Except the curry. I liked that."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but that's because of India's influence," Pip said, frowning at a difficult chord. "England would never have thought of it on it's own. How is Furball?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Hyper, as usual." Nadia sat facing Pip and watched him as he played. She'd missed some days practicing when she'd been abroad, and was surprised to realize that she'd actually missed it. "What is French food like?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Better," Pip said. "Have you ever been around when I made crepes for the hall? That's French food. Tends to be a lot more savory than British food. Lots of variety as well. All sorts of different dishes."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia nodded. Argentine culture had some French influence along with the Spanish. "I haven't had your crepes. It sounds good, though. I should cook for everyone some night."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"You should," Pip said, putting the cigarette in his mouth and taking a drag. "I'm not that great a cook and it'd be fun to have something different."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia grinned. "Maybe this week. It's spring break, so I'd have plenty of time. Do you like spicey food?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"'Course," Pip said. "Who doesn't? Aside from people with weak stomachs."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged. "I don't know. Everyone was making faces at the breakfast I made in shop class. But they're all in love with twinkies, so what can you do?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip laughed. "Well, since I'm convinced that there is actually nothing in a twinke that is either natural or nutritional, there's no accounting for their tastes."

[nadiathesaint]

"Guess not." Nadia started making plans. They included a lot of hot peppers and tobasco.

And possibly chocolate chips.

There was, as Pip said, no accounting for taste.

"Maybe I can make something tomorrow night."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Pip said. "Why not? Should be fun. By the way," he said, eyeing Nadia. "Have you been keeping up with the guitar?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia took a deep breath. "Until we went to London? Yes. I forgot to bring it with me." She shrugged. "I almost played a song before we left, though. All the way through, even."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip shook his head. "Tsk tsk. Well, I suppose I'll let you slide this time. But I've got my eye on you, Miss Santos. Good work on the song, though. What was it?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia paused, but only for a second. "Maria tenía un pequeño cordero" she said. "It's, um, an Argentine folk song."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded. "Well, I'm gonna be a demanding sunofabitch of a teacher and ask to hear it."

[nadiathesaint]

"Hear it?" Nadia attempted to pale and blush at the same time. It had an interesting affect on her complexion. "But I haven't practiced in awhile. I'm . . . I can't. I'm too nervous!"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip raised an eyebrow. "C'mon. It's me. You've practiced in front of me, I taught you to play. Why is it so hard to play something for me?"

He grinned. "Alright, if you don't want to, you don't have to. Still, wanna jam? Nothing big. Just show me some chords."

[nadiathesaint]

That? Nadia might be able to do. "Yeah, okay." She quickly ducked into the dorms and came back with the guitar. "Might take me a little bit to tune it, though."

[ooc: and I'm heading to bed. Night!]