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Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

Z was cooking. This was not, as some might have thought, cause for alarm. Z was actually quite a good cook at the few dishes she knew how to make without burning, and it was one of these she was turning her hand to tonight: fish tacos. And she had plenty of them, along with all the usual dressings for fish tacos, as it was only polite to feed everyone else, too.

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Faile had spent the time since she'd arrived getting to know the layout of the island. This left her having met very few people. She decided to change that. Which is why she was wandering into a common room not her own.

"Hello," she said with a friendly grin.

"Oh, hi!" Z said cheerfully. "Fish taco?"

"Fish I am familiar with," Faile said, "but could you please explain taco?"

"Oh, that just means it's wrapped up in a tortilla," Z said, holding up her own taco to demonstrate. "Like that. So you're not from around here?"

Faile shook her head, eyes on the taco to try and guess what a tortilla was. "No, my world is very different from this one." She looked back at Z and grinned. "I am called Faile. If the offer is still open, I would like to try a fish taco."

"I'm Z Delgado. Nice to meet you, Faile, and welcome to Fandom." Z started assembling a fish taco for Faile. "You want sour cream on this? Er. Do you know what sour cream is?"

"Nice to meet you too, Z'delgado. Thank you." Faile thought for a moment about descriptive food names. "I'm not sure if it is what I'm thinking it is, but please, fix it how you would eat it and I will try it that way," she said with a smile.

"Er, no, it's just Z, actually. Delgado is my last name." Z fixed Faile a fish taco with sour cream, shredded Napa cabbage, and a little tomato. "Here you go. Where are you from, anyway?"

"Just Z?" That might be the oddest name Faile had heard yet. "It is nice to meet you, Z," she corrected herself as she accepted the taco. "Thank you. I am from the country of Saldaea in the Westlands of my world. I have been assured that it is not a part of this world at all."

"Yeah, I've never heard of it, so I would guess not. Of course, geography was never my strong suit," Z admitted. "I would've had to actually have gone to the classes for that."

"Do they offer a geography class here?" Faile asked. "That would be very helpful."

Z shrugged. "I dunno. I don't think so, actually. They might, I mean, they offer all kinds of classes. But I've been here a year and there hasn't been a math class, so you never know."

Chad lifted a hand in a wave when he spotted his little sister (once removed). "Hey, Faile," he said, "how've you been?"

Faile smiled and waved back. "I have been good, Yasutora. I'm trying to meet more people. How have you been?"

Chad grinned. He couldn't help it; he was glad she decided to call him that. "Good. Went to the beach today, which was nice. You had much of a change to get to the beach?"

"No," said Faile with a shake of her head. "Not much. I've spent most of my time in the preserve since that is where I arrived here."

Faile had never heard of sunbathing or swimming for fun. She just assumed that Chad had somehow heard of her habit of wandering around the island.

"The preserve?" Chad asked, tilting his head a little. "There something about the preserve you like?"

"I'm keeping an eye out for whatever brought me here," she explained. "Not that it isn't nice here, but I would like to eventually go home."

Chad gave a soft grunt in agreement. "I can understand that," he said, thinking that whatever it might have been, it was probably a heck of a lot harder for Faile to get home than it was for him. He'd have to remember that the next time he felt like bitching about not having enough money for a flight or even a train.

"What did you do at the beach today?" Faile asked curiously.

"Went with Annette....you met her yet?...'cause she was kind of bored," Chad told her. "Our kitties had a playdate, an' we practise football, and went swimming. Not much, but it was fun. Maybe we should go some time."

"I have not met Annette yet," Faile said. "You go to the beach to relax? That sounds like it would be interesting. I've never done that before."

"What else would you go to the beach for?"

"The only time I was ever on a beach was when the boat on which I was a passenger couldn't tie up at the docks," Faile responded. "I don't know if there is anyone where I'm from who go to the beach just for pleasure."

The sweet smell of someone else cooking food drew Johnny down to the common room, and the sight of seeing so much food set out prompted him to chat with the chef.

"That smells good. Whatcha cookin'?" he asked.

"Fish tacos," said Z. "Help yourself, there's plenty."

" 'D love one," said Johnny, already getting a plate and cutlery set ready to put the food on. "Haven't had tacos in ages."

Z gestured to the tortillas, the plate of fish, and the various toppings. "Help yourself. I think there are some tomatoes left..."

Johnny grabbed a tortilla, and started eagerly heaping in fish and tomatoes and other garnishes.

"This is great. Usually I've just had greasy take-out tacos." He smiled at Z. " 'M Johnny Blaze, by the way. Don't think I've met you yet."

"Z Delgado. Nice to meet you, Johnny Blaze." Z made a face. "Just tell me not from Taco Bell. Taco Bell is not Mexican food. It's barely even food."

"Nah, mostly greasy dinners in backwater towns. Even I got enough taste not to eat at Taco Bell." Upon hearing Z's name, he looked over at her. "Oh, you're Z. Luke mentioned you yesterday."

"He did?" Z squeaked. "I mean, he did?" she asked in what she hoped was a more normal tone.

Chad was on his way back to his room when he was distracted by the combined forces of food and people. He poked his head into the common room and then tilted his head at what he saw.

"Are those...fish tacos?"

"Why yes, they are," Z said, grinning at him. "You want one? Or more than one, even; I think I bought too much fish."

Chad arched an eyebrow at Z from behind his hair. "Did you really think just one would be enough to feed me?" he asked. "I never...had one with fish before." He checked the table. Yup. Tabasco. GOOOOOOOOD. He might need more tomatoes, though. Mmmm, tomatoes. He considered skipping the tacos and just having some of those.

"No, I wasn't crazy enough to think you'd just eat one. Really?" Z asked. "We eat them all the time in California." She eyed him warily, as if she was afraid he might make off with all her tomatoes.

But they were so gooooood!

"Need any help?" Chad offered, because tacos should be a thing where everyone got involved in making them. "We always just did beef or chicken. Lots of chicken, back in Mexico..." After a moment, after picking out a tomato, he commented, "I should have thought to make these in Japan. Always lots of fish available there."

"I guess it just made sense, living on the coast," Z said witha shrug. "You can chop tomatoes if you don't eat them all," she offered. "And I'll show you how to make fish tacos, so you can make them if or when you go back to Japan!"

"Sounds like a good deal," Chad nodded, and got out a knife to help with just that. And eating little bits of tomato when Z wasn't looking. "I think you need more tomatoes," he offered.

"I'm too lazy to walk to the store and the synthetron is crap at fresh fruit. So these are the tomatoes we have," Z told him. If he stopped eating them they'd go further.

But...but....!

"Awww...." Chad pouted a little, but it passed quickly. "Any onions?"

Z gestured with her spatula. "Over there. I've been avoiding them 'cause they make me cry."

Leave it to Chad to frown at that and ask, "Have they been mean to you, Z?"

Z turned to him with her sad panda face on. "Yes. They're very mean."

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