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]

"That's a good idea." Xander grinned. "Maybe not in mid-May in Virginia, though." He rolled his eyes. "What the hell, east coasters. Beaches should be warm."

[blonde-elle.livejournal.com]

Nodding emphatically, she tipped her head to the side, "You're so right. But I've kinda gotten used to the cold eastern beaches up in Massacusettes. I think the weather is half the reason we never had beach parties at Harvard. Well, that and the lack of a beach close by and the fact that everyone was studying all the time."