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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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Annette wandered in, smelling food again and thinking dinner would be free again if there was enough to go around.

Then she saw everyone that was already here.

Maybe she wouldn't get a free dinner. Dangit.

There was totally enough to go around. "Hey, Annette!" Ronan called when he saw her. "Come get a fajita!"

Oh Yay! Enough for her too! "Thanks, Ronan! It smells so yummy in here again and I love fajitas!" She began preparing one with just a little grilled chicken, peppers and onions. She then topped it with cheese and sour cream.

"You are certainly proving your worth around here, Ronan," she teased and took a bite of her fajita.

Ronan laughed. "I'd hope my worth isn't limited to my skill in the kitchen," he said. "Surely there are other things about me that are at least equally interesting."

"Well, yes of course," and she didn't want to hurt his feelings because she was just not a mean person like that. Except to Turtle. But that was a totally different story.

"You are very nice and very attractive."

Because Ronan's feelings would totally be hurt to such a serious degree. He grinned. "Why, thank you, Annette. You're rather far from unattractive, yourself."

"Far from unattractive?" She laughed, enjoying hearing it put that way. "Thank you, Ronan. That sounds so nice and a big change from just being told I'm hot. I like that, thank you."

"Not a problem at all," Ronan said, thickening his lilt. "I'm always happy to do something a little different." He smiled.

She noticed his lilting accent and could listen to it all night, she thought. There was something decidedly soothing about an Irish accent. She didn't know why, but it was there, and she enjoyed it.

"Have you had the chance to eat the fruits of your labor yet? Come sit by me, Ronan, take a break."

"Oh, no worries," Ronan said, smiling, as he fiddled with some of the things on the counter, moving things from half-full plates onto other half-full plates, and placing the empty dishes into the sink to be cleaned. Which he would get to in a moment, honest. "I've had my fill of them, not to worry there."

"Then I will help you," she said feeling...helpful. Moving to the sink she turned on the hot and cold and started rinsing the dishes off. Annette has never washed dishes in her life. She squirted a bunch of dishsoap on everything and just started quirting them with the squirt hose thing.

Ronan blinked. This was clearly a girl who had never washed dishes in her life. "Here," he said, trying to politely shove her away without actually shoving. "Let me take care of that."

"Oh," she looked hurt, her hands all sudsy. "Okay." She moved aside, clearly unwanted in the helping department. "I wouldn't have minded, really."

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To speak, or not to speak. That was the question. Whether it was nobler in the mind to suffer the slings and arrows of great...something or other. Turtle didn't know how the rest of it went, or if even that was right, but it went through her head as she considered Annette for a moment.

She sighed. Oh, what the heck? She'd already decided that she couldn't exactly just be straight out mean to her and everything. And there was certainly no harm or fowl in a simple greeting.

"Hey, Annette." Small smile, little shrug, back to making another fajita.

Annette bit the inside of her cheek hard. Last night was terrible. She and Dick argued...they made up but that so did not matter. The arguing made her cry.

Ugh!

Dammit!

Holy crap!

"Hi, Turtle. Great fajitas, huh?" Be civil. Be civil. Be civil.

LEAVE MY BOYFRIEND ALONE YOU EVIL HAIRLESS WITCH!

Okay. It was just a thought. That's all. Really.

"Uh-huh," Turtle nodded. "Ronan's a really awesome chef."

...Whoo, go completely awesome and totally not awkward at all, really, conversation!

"He is. He cooked pasta last night and it was excellent. Should have been up here instead of sha--" She took a big super huge bite of her fajita, "rin po n ck."

Turtle's eyes narrowed slightly, wondering exactly what Annette had said in that because if it was something mean when she was sitting here trying to make things civil again, well, then....why was she even trying? "Too bad I missed it, then..."

Wait, why had she missed it? She was watching TV and...errrr...talking to Rikku. Dick might have been there too. Umm....

Mmmm, fajita. Om-nom-nom.

"I know. Best pasta ever. Then again, I can't cook so anything anyone is willing to share is a definite thumbs up in my book." Being nice? Her? Man, this was different. Maybe she should write it down.

Yeah, Dick was there and Annette saw that smile Turtle gave him. A big beaming smile that made her want to color her teeth black!

Fajita is damn good. Annette took another big bite.

"Heh, yeah," Turtle tried a small, awkward kind of laugh. "I can't cook much either..."

"Two peas in --" OMIGOD, did she almost say that? She needed to be smacked. She needed to be smacked hard. Not kicked. But smacked.

"Hair ribbons might look nice." Hey, she was going for broke here.

If Annette was aiming to be smacked or kicked, she was heading down the right road. Turtle's eyes narrowed; she sucked in a deep breath. She had to mention something about the hair, didn't she? And to think, she was trying to be nice and all Annette was doing was leading toward a moment where she could rub it in.

Lucky for Annette, Turtle didn't feel like kicking today. She also didn't feel like Annette rubbing her victory in her face, either, though. "Oh, get bent, Annette," she muttered, turning away sharply after a good, strong glare and went to reposition herself at the other side of the common room where there weren't any evil braid cutters who rubbed things in when you were trying to be nice. "Hair ribbons. Hair ribbons looked fine when I actually had ha....

She settled her hands on her hips and shouted, yeah shouted, "What the hell does get bent mean and I was trying to be nice! Hair ribbons would look pretty in your hair! Geeze, I just can't cut a break with you can I?" Where was a big pot of something icky when she needed one?

Turtle winced, face turning red and the urge to cry rising. She just had to shout it out over the whole room, didn't she? Well, whatever. Turtle was just going to ignore Annette and not give her the satisfaction of recognizing the fact that she'd gotten her upset again.

"Fine! I just can't win here, can I? I can't be nice just to be nice. And tomorrow I had to go to town cause I needed to buy a bunch of stuff, but forget it. Just forget it!" She didn't. She was lying. But the thought of dropping cash at Turtle and Canary should have sparked an interest or something in Turtle and that is what Annette had been going for.