Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

[multiplez]

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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[multiplez]

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

[flamingbonehead.livejournal.com]

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

[multiplez]

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

[flamingbonehead.livejournal.com]

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."

[multiplez]

"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."

[flamingbonehead.livejournal.com]

"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."

[multiplez]

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