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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[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

Evie waved looking a bit intimidated. "Hello? And yes. And, well." She looked at Aly 'braiding' her hair. "Bridge says they'll get better?"

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"The question is just how long we'll have to wait," she laughed.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Oh, lord." Evie looked intimidated and glanced back at Aly again. "Oh, please let it not be very long. I'm sure I'll do something to poison one or accidentally break one or make them very upset. I haven't ever been around small children."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Me neither, but I think they're kinda bouncy," Dawn said from her lofty location of having no practical experience whatsoever.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Evie said very hopefully. "That would be a very good thing, I think." She woefully picked up a piece of her hair and tried to get a snarl out of it. "At least they're very easy to entertain. If slightly destructive."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"What happened?" Dawn asked, from her spot over by the sauce.

[bookyeve.livejournal.com]

"Aly wanted to make my hair 'pretty'," Evie said, still trying to unwind the strands. "I didn't have the heart to refuse her. Or know how *good* she was at knots."