Fourth Floor Common Room; Early Tuesday Evening.

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A.J. was, of course, feeling creative tonight, and restless, but most of all, he was feeling hungry. He wasn't all that great or inventive with food as he was art, mostly because he actually had to put food in his body (and he shuns your arguments regarding paint fumes).

He did make a pretty mean grilled cheese sandwich, though, so he was making some of those and hoping maybe others might drop in and appriciate his meager offerings, even if they were....really meager. And, if no one did show up....well, grilled cheese sandwiches was a sculpting medium he hadn't worked from yet, and to hell with anyone's views on playing with food.

There was also a ridiculously large bowl (that he painted, of course) full to the brim with M&Ms. He liked the or-range.


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Anemone was lurking the in the door way with about as much stealth as she could manage. Which is to say, not much.

She took careful aim at the back of A.J.'s head, and let loose with her pre-made (and pink) missle of choice (http://www.giladorigami.com/P_Dog_Hasegawa.JPG), crafted just for him.

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Stealth or no, A.J. was attempting too cook. Which meant he was a little preoccupied with potentially overcharred sandwiches. If only he had some spices, then he could claim that he'd tried to make Caju--

His thoughts were interrupted abruptly with something hitting him in the head. He ducked, although it was too late, hand to hair and eyes a little wide. "What the...!" He sharply turned to see what had hit him, and hopefully where it had come from.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Hey what smells good?"

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Billy saw that she was attempting to be stealthy, so just nodded subtly to her.

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"It's...either the food," A.J. said. "Or me." He turned toward Billy and grinned like a dork. "I'm gonna bet the food, though."

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"I'm gonna go with the food too. Not that you smell bad, but, yeah."

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"Hey," A.J. waggled a spatula at him. "I smell like a regular rose garden over here."

That, or paint fumes. They were close, right? Right.

The spatula went back to the pan. "Want some?"

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Roses? No thanks. I would like a grilled cheese though."

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Anemone giggled and tossed another pink puppy at A.J. "I was going to slip them under your door for a week, but you made such a tempting target! I couldn't resist!"

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A.J. snorted. "Oh, thank God. I didn't actually have any roses, so if you wanted those, you'd be screwed. One sammich, coming right up."

He missed the bell from work when he said that.

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Anemone grinned at Billy and winked as she lined up her first shot to take out A.J. Origami ninja bomber!

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"Thanks man. I know you usually get paid for this kinda thing."

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Billy watched to see if she hit or not and smiled at her.

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"Tempting target, huh?" A.J. gave her lip-pursed look of yeah, right, whatever. Or it could have also been a slightly confused, but still somewhat confident hell, yeah, I'm a tempting target, ooh baby. It shifted into a smirk as he bent down to pick up the missile. "Cute. You didn't send me that collar, Anemone, did you?"

It was purple, though, so he didn't think it would be her. Clearly, it would have been pink if Anemone had sent it.

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A.J. shook his head slightly as he flipped the sandwich. "I don't make 'em. We'd never get any business if I did. I just jockey the orders, so this is a nice change of pace."

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"Collar?" Anemone blinked at him, touching her own collar out of habit. "Nope. Not me. I thought about baking you some cookies shaped like puppy treats, but decided you'd appreciate something a bit more artistic instead."

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Billy nodded. "You seem to be handling the Grilled Cheese okay at least."

mun totally wants a grilled cheese now.

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A.J. pouted slightly. "But cookies taste good. Better than paper tastes."

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"I am a grill cheese fucking master," A.J. said, laughing slightly as he pressed the bread and cheese down with the spatula.

[l1ttle-billy.livejournal.com]

"I can't remember the last time I had one of these."

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"I guarantee," A.J. said, "that this one will be so good that you'll never forget it."

Which wasn't true. It was a pretty forgetful sort of grilled cheese sandwich, overall.

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"Well, maybe if you ask you can have cookies anyway." Anemone grinned and flopped down on a couch. "Now that pie class is over, I don't have an excuse to bake. I need to keep practicing, otherwise all those baking lessons will go to waste! Want to be one of my trustworthy volunteers?"

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Billy snickered. "Awesome. So what else do you make?"

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"Volunteer for eating?"

A.J., a master of the sad puppy face, had a pretty good eager puppy face, too.

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"My Pop Tarts are to die for."