5th Floor Common Room [Evening]

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

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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[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly turned big eyes on him and pushed her hair out of her face. "Hi Bridge," she said sorta sadly. "'M Aly!"

Apparently even trying to get sympathy couldn't keep the exclamation point from that announcement.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Ooooh," Bridge says, nodding knowingly. "I almost didn't recognize you without a smile on your face, there. Is there anything I can do to put the smile back?" he asks.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She sniffled. "There was a mean girl and boy. And Mommy won't let me have a sword to poke them."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Mean people suck," Bridge says. "I don't have a sword, but I am making dinner. Have you eaten at *all* today?"

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"Mommy made me a cheese sandwich!" Aly said. She lowered her voice and looked at Bridge conspiratorially. "I think it was okay. But I'm not supposed to eat what Mommy cooks. An' I had candy. But it's a secret."

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge snickers. "I've heard things about her cooking," he says with a nod. "I won't tell her you had candy, though. Want some spaghetti?" He points at the pot.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

She nodded. "Yes please!" There was bouncing again. "Can I help make?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Bridge says. "Do you know how we're supposed to check to see if it's done?" he asks.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"We eat it!" Aly said, trying to climb on the counter so she could see in the pot.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Nope, there's something you gotta do *before* that," Bridge says solemnly, using the spoon to lift a couple of noodles from the pot. "You throw this at the wall. If it sticks? It's done," he informs her.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly looked at him with big eyes. "Nuh uh!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Uh-huh," Bridge says, just as wide-eyed.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly clapped with glee. "Let me throw! Let me throw!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge holds the spoon out so Aly can reach it. "As hard as you can!" he encourages.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly very carefully took the noodles off the spoon and hurled them at the wall. One stuck to her hand but the others hit the wall hard and stuck.

She clapped her hands. "Again! Again!"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Okay," Bridge agrees, because he's kind of a sucker for cuteness, and holds out more spaghetti for Aly to fling.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly beamed at him and then hugged his leg. "Thank you, Bridge!"

She threw the spaghetti at the wall again and jumped up and down.

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

Bridge grins and uses his phone to take a picture of his favourite teacher throwing spaghetti at the wall. Because it's the kind of moment that deserves to be preserved forever.

"You're welcome, Aly. Thanks for the help!" he says as he takes the pot off the stove and begins to get the spaghetti ready for eating.

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

"I like to help!" Aly said, climbing up on a chair and then on the table to watch him. "Do I get to help eat soon?"

[bridge-carson.livejournal.com]

"Yep," Bridge says, scooping some spaghetti and sauce on a plate and handing it to Aly, along with a fork. "There you go."

[tricksy-spy.livejournal.com]

Aly looked at the spaghetti and sauce then up at Bridge.

She pushed the sauce off the spaghetti and picked up more pieces to throw at the wall. Spaghetti throwing? WAY more fun than eating.