Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

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Henry decided to make breakfast. This was, undoubtedly, the first time he'd ever attempted such a task. But he figured that it couldn't be too hard. He'd watched his cook cooking before, so he felt very positive about the whole thing.
After figuring out how to work the stove, Henry set about the task of making scrambled eggs.

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[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"They can be, but not in that kind of toaster," Dean said, nodding at the toaster sitting on the counter. "But muffins are a good non-cooking brekkie food. And don't worry, the eggs are edible; they just might be a bit more chewy. First time Sammy tried cooking eggs, he set them on fire."

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Henry laughed. "I haven't set food aflame yet. But I've had more than my fair share of combustible chemicals."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah?" Dean said, interested. "Blowing things up on purpose is something else entirely. That's lots of fun."

[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

"On puropse? Oh, perish the thought..." He tried to deadpan his words, but he couldn't completely hide a smirk.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean grinned. "One of the teachers last term -- V -- when he left he gave me a kit that has all kinds of ways to blow things up."

[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

Henry's trying to figure out why on earth a teacher would hand out explosives. He wants to just assume that it's an American thing (they all have guns, right? Thus, explosives would make some kind of sense), but remembers that Fandom isn't really a normal school. Instead he asks, "What class did he teach?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Criminal Justice. I TA'ed for him on it -- was a great class. The final exam involved a sorta version of capture the flag with water balloon and squirt guns -- all filled with dye."

[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

Henry was a little scared. If explosives were a fair weapon against criminals, Edward had really better watch his step. "What classes have you chosen for this semester?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Adventuring Survival Tactics, Ethics, Mystical Artifacts, Home Ec, and Music," Dean said. "You?"

[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

"I'm taking Anatomy, Zen Computers, and Twenty-first Century Popular Culture. I have a bit of catching up to do."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah? When are you from?" Dean asked curiously.

[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

"The year eighteen hundred and eighty-six," Henry responded. "In London."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, kinda figured the British part, what with the accent. But.. wow. That's a long time to skip forward. Me, I'm just from 1998..."

[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

"It's been something of a culture shock." Henry admitted. "I'm adjusting, if a little at a time." He looks a little proud, and says "I bought a radio."

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"That's a start," Dean encouraged, who was still trying to get comfortable with cds instead of tapes for his music.

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Henry remembers something he had been pondering earlier. "That radio broadcast. I know that it isn't wholly accurate, but the speaker did seem to know rather a lot. How do they get their information?"

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

"Spies," Dean said easily. "Mostly of the squirrel variety."

[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

Henry nodded. Very very slowly. "Squirrels." That's not going to help with the paranoia.

[saltandammo.livejournal.com]

Dean nodded. "Squirrels. And possibly shrubbery."

[henryoredward.livejournal.com]

That's no good, either. "I suppose they can't be bribed with nuts, can they?" He took a second to think. "The squirrels, that is. I haven't the foggiest what one could use to bribe a shrubbery."