Fifth floor common room, Monday morning

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had fallen asleep on the couch in the common room with the book of Poe open on her face. So waking up from having spent the weekend very firmly believing that she was actually Hamlet involved waking up to be staring at a very large and rather unfocused illustration of a demonic raven . . . and then falling off the couch.

Once she'd managed to collect herself somewhat, she did a quick mental inventory to make sure she still remembered all the important things, and a physical inventory that involved the realization that she really, really hoped Walter would not get mad about the fact that she'd been wearing and sleeping in his clothes for two days and as a result they were dingy, ripped, and, yes, grass-stained. Of course, Walter had apparently thought he was Angela, so he might forgive her. She also made a mental note to find Pip, welcome him home properly with a big hug, and then grill him for details about what had happened.

She set to work cooking up some empanadas (and yes, one of the things that she'd learned in her five-days-that-were-actually-a-year in Argentina was how to cook for people who didn't have steel stomachs) for breakfast.

[ooc: open like an opening thing. These empanadas have no odd ingredients, though there IS hot sauce available for flavoring . . . if you choose.]

Comments

[nadiathesaint]

"Medium sized? That's how I got grass stained."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Was the tree your boss?"

[nadiathesaint]

"No. . . ."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Then you are doubly blessed."

[nadiathesaint]

"I don't have a boss, any more."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Did you quit the record store?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Essentially."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Why?"

[nadiathesaint]

". . . because I thought I was leaving the island forever?" Nadia gave Pippi a confused look. "That kind of means I couldn't work there any more."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"But you're back now..." Pippi pointed out.

[nadiathesaint]

"That's true."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Fibbing class isn't until later, so you can be reasonably sure that it is." she grinned.

[nadiathesaint]

"Fibbing?" Nadia blinked. "Right. Lying."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"What else?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged. "I hadn't heard that word for it before, I don't think. Or not in awhile."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"I've said it to you a number of times I think."

[nadiathesaint]

She frowned. "You have? I don't remember that. Huh."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Yes, at some point I distinctly remember I pointed at you and said that it was wicked to fib. But you shrugged and were all like 'Meh'... So it's probably not surprising that you don't recall."

[nadiathesaint]

"Hm. I may have been pretending that I knew what you meant."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

Pippi laughed.

"Well next time just ask me what the heck I'm saying, English isn't my first language either!"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia shrugged and saluted. "Will do."