Early afternoon, Friday, 1st floor lobby

[soldtoarmenians]

Well, it's sort of Xander's common room now. In the way that it belongs to everybody, and most of his associations with it involve certain red-clad authority figures more than other students, and there's no kitchen. But anyway.

There's a kitchen in 121. He made brownies. Yes, from a box. They're on the table by the tv.

Which is playing a classic black&white First Mister episode of Mr. What, because it's a little late to try convincing anybody around here that he's not a geek.

With a purple frog. Who's watching from his tank on a conveniently-placed end table. Actually Jeremiah probably has the better view.

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[soldtoarmenians]

"Hey, Rory!" Xander waved. "There's brownies."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"They're just brownie-brownies, right?" Rory said. "Not...'fool Rory into eating the pot' brownies?"

[soldtoarmenians]

Xander snickered. "They're just brownie-brownies. Is there a story behind the other kind, or was that just hypothetical?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Hypothetical, but you could see it happening, couldn't you?" Rory said, raising a brow and taking a brownie.

[soldtoarmenians]

"Well, I could see it happening now yeah, which kinda makes me wish they were the other kind." Xander laughed.