Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon

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Dawn meant to be studying. She had a ton of work to do, after all, not the least of which was memorizing demon traps. So, her notebook was out, as were the handouts from Hunting, and she had a protractor, a ruler, and a pencil, and she had been practicing drawing the designs, right up to the point where she got hungry about ten minutes after she started working.

So now she was engaged in experimental food assembly--after doing some foraging, she grabbed an apple, a banana, some raisins and dried apricots, a couple of flour tortillas, a jar of crunchy peanut butter, and the container of marshmallow fluff. Kind of the Dawn take on burritos, but it probably wouldn't be fatal.


[ooc: Open, as common rooms are. Experimental cooking and/or non-lethal study group, anyone?]

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"Want some?" Dawn offered. "It's not bad, actually."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River grinned. "Yes, please."

She also attempted to take a sneaky look in the fridge and see if there were any eggs there.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Help yourself. Part of the fun is putting these things together and watching everyone else's faces as they get grossed out."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River wasn't that easily grossed out. She helped herself. She also helped herself to an egg from the fridge that she slipped into her pocket.

"I like creative cooking too," she told Dawn.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah? What do you make? And, um, if you haven't tried it, I wouldn't put pickles on pizza." She made a face and missed the egg pilfering.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"People seem to think that fries with custard is odd," River said. "I haven't tried pickles on pizza. But I'm good at making popcorn."

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"Ooh, I like popcorn. Have you tried it with hot sauce?" Dawn asked, "and what kind of custard? Because that sounds really interesting."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Hot sauce? No. Haven't tried that. Will do. And custard. That yellowish sauce with artificial vanilla taste."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Like vanilla pudding? Oh, I bet that's good, with the salty, and the sweet, and the vanilla..."

This probably didn't bode well for Dawn's digestion.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River beamed, pleased to have found someone with similar tastes. "It's very good," she said. "What hot sauce to you recommend for the popcorn?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"It kind of depends on your mood," Dawn said, "but I like plain tabasco. If you really want to talk hot sauce, you should ask Isabel--she loves it on ice cream."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River nodded. "That could work," she said.

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"So, any instructions for me about Berthold? I guess I'll be watching him while you and Buffy are away, since I'm not going anywhere for the holidays."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Don't feed him only ice cream. That upsets his stomach and he'll eat your clothes. He might eat your clothes anyway. Or any food you have lying around." She thought for a moment. "He's shy and easily frightened. But very sweet. Thank you for offering to look after him."

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"Not just ice cream, but some," Dawn nodded, remembering Buffy's instructions, "And are there clothes he likes in particular? You're welcome. Hopefully we won't have any problems."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"I haven't noticed any preferences in clothes," River replied. "Not going home then?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

She shook her head. "No, they're...everywhere. There's not really anywhere for me to go." Unspoken was the thought that they were all probably avoiding celebrating the holiday without her mother, Tara, Anya, Spike, and all the slayers who died the year before.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

Sensing the sadness and loss, River took a step back. "Sorry, didn't mean to..."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Oh, no, that's okay," Dawn smiled at River. "I just miss people sometimes, even if there are versions of them here. So, I'll be here, and watching Berthold and only feeding him a little ice cream. Um...what does he eat otherwise?"

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"I feed him oatmeal," River said. "Or tinned vegetables. He doesn't like it much."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"But if it keeps him healthy, and that's what you do, then that's what I'm doing. I wouldn't want him to get sick."

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

"Or start eating all your clothes," River added, nodding.

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Or start eating all my clothes." Though it was possible Sam wouldn't mind that part.

[moonbrain-tam.livejournal.com]

River grinned, but felt a pang of jealousy that Dawn had a boyfriend how didn't mind seeing her without clothes, or at least didn't seem to have a problem with enjoying it.

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"Are there games Berthold likes to play?" Dawn asked, unfortunately unable to offer useful suggestions to River because she wasn't psychic.