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5th Floor Common Room [Evening]

After stowing Jeremiah's tank and Xander's knapsack in 227, Bridge and Xander head off in search of spaghetti. Why didn't they just use the Synthetron? Well, spaghetti's like toast. It's more fun to make it yourself.

As luck would have it, the only Common Room kitchen currently stocked with any spaghetti noodles is the one on the fifth floor. So here they are. Making dinner.

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Well, Xander is supervising, at the moment. Because Bridge is the Assistant Assistant so Xander gets to watch while Bridge does the work. If you're guessing this idea is going to last about as long as an almost-six-year-old can sit still, you're right.

"Is there pepperses in that sauce? I don't like those."

There was a pepper, that was *going* to be chopped up and added to the sauce. Bridge puts it back in the fridge.

"Nope!"

"Yay! I like mushrooms and hamburgers and stuff but pepperses are icky."

"Well we've got some of those," Bridge says, pointing. "If you wash your hands, you can put the mushrooms in if you want," he promises.

"OKAY!" Xander scrambles down from his stool and runs over to the sink. ....And stares up at it.

"Uh oh," Bridge says. Leaving the stove (but still keeping an eye on it) he moves over to the sink and picks up Xander so he can reach the tap. "Better?"

"YUP!" Not that Xander still thinks being picked up is the Coolest Ever because obviously that's for little kids except he totally does.

There's splashing.

A lot of splashing.

Too bad it doesn't mean he won't need a bath tonight, for he has not helped mash garlic, yet.

"All right," says Bridge, who by virtue of holding the person doing the splashing, has gotten rather splashed himself. "Mushrooms!" and he carries Xander over to where the chopped-up mushrooms are on the counter.

Xander scoops them up. It takes both hands. Possibly there's some smooshing. "They go in th'sauce now?"

"That's right!" Bridge says. "Ready?"

"YUP!"

"One, two, three..." Bridge says, once they're standing over the sauce pot. "And... go!"

Xander let go and dumped all the ~~smooshed~~ mushrooms into the pot. "Did I do it right?"

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Evie froze on seeing the little boy, looking around wildly for his father/mother/brother/oldersister or someone else to be in charge of him.

Yay, Bridge!

Xander wandered over, thinking he might have seen her someplace before ~~once, seven years ago~~ and not sure about this talking to strangers thing, but Bridge was right here, after all.

"Hi! I'm Xander. I'm almost six!" Y'know. In November.

"Hullo. I'm Evie. I'm sixteen." This was fairly simple, right? Evie hadn't been around children much since she'd been one, but so far, so good. "Do you live here on the Island?"

"Uh huh! I got a whole big apartment building that people live in!"

"Oh, my, that's very impressive," Evie said seriously. "I should think it's a difficult job to do by yourself."

Xander nodded. "That's why I got an a-sis-tant." He pronounced the word very carefully. "And an assistant sistant."

"Good heavens, two people working for you, that's quite successful." Evie's relaxing a little bitm because really, this isn't so very difficult. "Congratulations. I want to be in charge of digs some day."

"You dig holes?" Xander asked. "Me an' Willow tried to did a hole to China in her backyard once but we got yelled at because Willow's mommy said there was gaslines between there and China."

"Yes, exactly!" Evie said, smiling wider. "Well, no, not gaslines, because Willow's mummy is right, that can be a problem. But graves. Very very very old ones. And ruins. Caves. Things like that."

"Oooooh." Xander thought about it. "I met a mummy once. But she wasn't Willow's. She was pretty and I showed her how to eat twinkies." He was conveniently forgetting the rest of that story, yes.

"A mummy, but not Willow's?" Evie frowned, then blinked. "Like an Egyptian mummy, not your mother? Is that what you mean? She ate twinkies?! Are you quite sure?"

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