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Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Evening

Once again, there were appetising scents emanating from the fifth-floor common room. Ronan was in another cooking mood. This time, it was the rich and spicy scent of Mexican -- well, technically Tex-Mex -- food, grilling chicken, sweet chilies, and a dash of cumin, with sliced bell peppers and onions in another pan. Ronan was still chopping and preparing, but already on the counter was an array of tortillas, and various ~~moddable~~ toppings that people might wish to put on their fajitas.

(OOC: Hey, he's cooking again. Come feed your characters. Open to ALL. :D )

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Z's free food sense was tingling. Or possibly she'd just been drawn by the sizzle and the smell of peppers and onions. "Fajitas?" she said hopefully as she peered into the kitchen.

"Hey! Yes! Fajitas! Come in and enjoy," Ronan said, gesturing at the array of stuff on the counter. "The chicken just came off the stove, so it's definitely hot and fresh."

"Where'd you learn to make fajitas, Irish boy?" Z asked warily.

"... the same place I learned to make pasta and curries? In the kitchen." Ronan grinned. "My mother loves to cook a wide variety of foods. I inherited the interest."

This was good enough for Z, who started making herself a fajita (or three). A little sour cream, some avocado, ooh, lime juice... "And we reap the benefit." Even if it wasn't good it was free!

It was totally good! How dare you insinuate otherwise.

"Well, I have yet to master the art of cooking for one," he said. "So this'll happen periodically. I figure people will just follow their noses every time it happens."

It was! Z finished chewing her first mouthful of fajita before she said, "Oh, don't worry, you'll find plenty of people willing to help you eat it. This isn't half-bad, by the way."

Ronan smirked a bit. "Why, thank you. I'm glad you're enjoying it." He grinned. "And yeah, I haven't had any trouble yet," he added. "People seem to have a sixth sense for free food around here."

"These things happen in a boarding school that only serves lunch. You get a horde of hungry teenagers right about this time every evening. I think they're trying to teach us to fend for ourselves." Z shrugged. "I have a synthetron in my room, but it makes crap fajitas."

"A synthetron?" Ronan asked. "It's... a device of some kind? It creates food?"

Z nodded. "Yeah, some kind of alien technology. My--I guess he's my boss--sent it to me. You punch the buttons and the food pops out."

Ronan blinked. "I can imagine that would come in handy," he said. "Although I think I'd miss the opportunity to cook."

"I can't really cook--never really had access to a kitchen--so it comes in really handy," Z admitted. "Except for that I don't speak the language the manual's in very well, but my roommate's droid fills in the gaps."

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"Hey, Z." Charlie was trying to decide if she wanted steak or chicken, or a little steak-and-chicken. "How's your week going?"

"Hey, Charlie. It's going," Z said with a shrug. "Ask me again on Friday. After Flight."

"Oooo, tough class?" Charlie asked, trying to remember who'd talked to her about it. "Isabel and Tannim are in that one, I think. And Johnny."

"Professor Skywalker can be kind of...brusque." It seemed the most politic description. "And I think he expects more of me because I took his workshop last year." Z shrugged.

"Ooooo," Charlie winced, then looked curious. "Is he related to Luke? And that's too bad. Is he the type to cheer up if you bring him an apple?" She held up her fajita, then took a bite. "Or a fajita?" she added after swallowing.

"I might try the apple," Z said thoughtfully. "A little bribery never hurt anyone. And, yeah, he's Luke's dad." Even though he looked really young for it. Z didn't ask a lot of questions about Luke's family, and Luke did her the same favor.

"Hunh. I wonder if that's weird or fun, having your dad teach at your school?" Charlie tilted her head, then remembered, "Dean and Sam's dad teaches here too, doesn't he. Hunting? Or something?"

"Yeah, he's teaching my firearms workshop. And Alanna's daughter teaches here, too, but I think Alanna left before you got here." Z waved one hand about in a vaguely explanatory manner as she said, "Time weirdness."

"Time weirdnes...? Oh! Like you and Naomi and Bridge being from the future. Oh, that *has* to be weird. Didn't Alanna freak out?" Charlie wasn't planning on having kids, ever, so it didn't apply to her. But wow. Very very weird.

"I dunno, Alanna and I weren't exactly tight," Z said. "But I would."

Charlie shook her head. "Time travel and transformations. I'm starting to believe what I hear about this school-- Karal's horse turned into a boy last weekend. Very sweet, but wow. Not at all normal."

Z grinned at Charlie and chirped, "Welcome to Fandom High!"

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