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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[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"Good. I'm trusting you on that." She grinned. "And you know it goes both ways, right? I'm not just playing overprotective library aide on Molly's behalf."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

That got a smile out of Cameron. "I think that's officially a first. Thanks, Rory Shiny Knightess in Armour."

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"You are very welcome," Rory said, nodding solemnly. "Of course, the question to wrangle a guy who's got a good six inches on me or a girl who could fling me across the room into SC against their will is raised, but I'll jump off that bridge when I come to it."

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"We'll try not to get to the bridge. How's that?"

[auroryborealis.livejournal.com]

"I like that option," she said, nodding again.

[cameronmitchell.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, me too." Cameron had to agree.