Third Floor Common Room, Lunchtime

[multiplez]

The good thing about this break thing? No classes.

The bad thing about this break thing? No classes. So Z had to find something else to entertain herself with. To that end, she had decided to do some actual cooking, as opposed to 'poking buttons on the Synthetron' cooking. Anyone in the vicinity of the third floor common room around lunchtime would be able to smell Mexican food cooking: enchiladas, to be precise.

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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"In that case, sure, I'll take some," Peter ssaid.

[multiplez]

Z handed him a plate and a fork and instructed him, "Help yourself."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," Peter said, grabbing some food. "So, how've you been? Anything exciting going on in the world of Z?"

[multiplez]

Z shook her head. "Not really. I'm thinking of taking up knitting."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Peter asked. "You don't strike me as the knitting type." He had no clue what the knitting type was.

He tried an enchilada and said, "This is good."

[multiplez]

"Told you so," Z said. "We read a lot in the future, actually. But I don't know, I could make like eight of me and knit four pairs of socks at once."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"You could be your own sweatshop," Peter said. "Just be sure to pay yourself well. There are labor laws."

[multiplez]

"I'll be very careful about that," Z promised solemnly. "I'll pay all eight of me a living wage."

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Or you could always keep them working until just before payday, then reabsorb them," Peter suggested. "That way they don't exist when they need to get paid so you never have to pay them at all. Legally I think it works."

[multiplez]

"Labor laws for mutants, there's something most people don't have to worry about," Z said. "It sounds about right to me. Watch SPD use it to give me loads of unpaid overtime."