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.]

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[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"What would you have done if it was?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip stared at his handwavely gotten cup of coffee. "Honestly, now that I think about it? I'm not sure."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"What did you *think* you were going to do?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip sighed. "I guess I thought I'd be able to find the one specific man who would have killed my father. I don't know what possessed me to think that."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras shrugged.

"I do," she said, looking at the toes of her runners. But, then she'd gotten a bit of a closer look at the people who'd killed her folks than Pip had, "Is it important to you to find them?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"I thought it was," Pip said. "After all, without him, I might have actually known at least one parent."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras nodded.

"I'm sorry," she said, and meant it, "What will you do, now?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip thought about this for a while. "Live," he finally said. "I don't want to let it consume my life. I don't think mom and dad would like that."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras smiled. The sentiment was noble, but it was harder to actually put into practise. She wished Pip the best of luck, though.

"And, how do you intend to 'live'?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip was silent for a while. "You know, I honestly don't know again. I just came up with the idea yesterday." He shrugged. "It was actually Alfred's idea."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras smiled.

"Alfred seems to be the Dalai Lama of Fandom. If you've a problem go see him. He'll sort you out....Well, either the Dalai Lama or the Godfather..."

Maybe a strange combination of the two...

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip laughed. "He'll give you a cup of tea and some very good advice you can't refuse."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras nodded.

"Maybe you could start by travelling places with out the express purpose of a mission. Think you could handle being a tourist?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip grinned. "Well, I suppose I could try. I never really stopped anywhere long enough to be a tourist. Last time I tried was in London and that didn't exactly work well."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras settled into a more comfortable position on the couch.

"Why not?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"It was a school trip and Angel got poisoned. He was one of the students here. We spent the entire time finding an antidote."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"Oh, that's...well, I'm glad you found the antidote."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip nodded. "Yeah, but I guess in retrospect I wish I had gotten a chance to see more. Most of my experiences with England involve not liking the food."

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seras frowned.

"The food isn't that bad. I mean, we've not got frog's legs or snails..."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Every time I go, though," Pip said. "Someone's always trying to serve me fish and chips. Which is basically just serving me a massive plate of grease."

_{[[Dozed off, than the internet connection stopped working. Sorry!]]}

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

Seas made a face.

"Then they're serving you bad fish and chips. You should try executive fish and chips. I'll bet Cafe Fina'd do some up for you."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip raised an eyebrow. "Executive fish and chips?"

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"You heard me."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"So it's like... special fish and chips for CEOs?"

[union-jane.livejournal.com]

"So the legends say."