Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally was very contemplative. So far the reaction to her new powers weren't the rousing 'hurrah' she'd kinda hoped for.

So here she was. Popping individual kernels of popcorn, because she could. Plus, it was really helping with that whole focus and control thing.

Gelmoore Gals and Vanessa Saturn were on tonight, so those were sort of acting as a background to her popping efforts.

[ooc: Ooooopen.]

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[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"So, you're making popsicles?" Cally said, popping another kernel. "Why?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Does one really need a reason to make popsicles?" Billy smirked. "Actually, they're for Berthold."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Ohhh," Cally said. "Well, it's just, you know, not exactly popsicle weather, you know?" Pop.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"That's true." he admitted. "But I thought it might be a healthier alternative to ice cream. Which I hear is not good for him."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Cally said.

"Uhhh... who's Berthold?" Pop.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy almost head tabled and snickered. "Wow I thought I was the last one to know about him. Berthold is, uh, well he's this thing that lives under a blanket. He appears to be a friend of River's."

Billy put popsicle sticks in the ice cube trays then reached for the fruit juice.

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Cally said. "Nice of you to feed him, then."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"I try."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Well, good for you," Cally said. "Regular hero."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy snorted. "Yeah right."