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.

((Open! Free food!))

Comments

[falcon-or-blade.livejournal.com]

"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.

[multiplez]

"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?"

[falcon-or-blade.livejournal.com]

"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."

[multiplez]

"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."

[falcon-or-blade.livejournal.com]

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

[multiplez]

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."