Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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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.

((Open! Free food!))