Fifth floor common room, Wednesday evening

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia had gotten a package. It had been a very long time since she'd gotten a random package that wasn't something she'd ordered.

But it was from a former boss (and not one that she'd killed slept with stopped talking to on bad terms), so she figured it was okay.

Inside were a few CDs from Lucas, and a tupperware container with an extra note on it:

Hey, little former music babe,

Lucas says you used to totally dig the secret recipe of my brownies, so I thought I'd make sure you got some more for old times sake. Try not to watch any Gwar videos when you eat them.

Keep it cool,

Eddie

Her eyes widened.

Eddie's special brownies.

SCORE!

So now she was bopping around to an odd harpsichord playing musician who sounded kind of like a cross between Betty Boop and a cat screeching but was mysteriously catchy, and eating her some good brownies.

[ooc: open. Yes, those are Eddie's special brownies. Secret ingredient: "lots of sugar". Your character may or may not recognize them for what they are, Nadia may or may not tell your character what they are, I leave that up to you]

Comments

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

For a guy who had been partially raised around outlaws, Billy had a remarkable ignorance of drug culture. "Uh, caramel?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Noooooo,"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Molassass?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia was beginning to get bored. "No. Right first letter, though."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

Billy frowned. What else that started with M would go into a brownie? "I give up." he finally said. He wasn't a chef.

[nadiathesaint]

"Pot."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"That doesn't start with an M." He did, at least, know what that was. He was now suspicious of the brownies.

[nadiathesaint]

"Some of the names for it do."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Good point." He looked at the brownies, then said. "Oh what the hell." and took two.