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Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

"Can you hand me the ginger?" Ronan asked, as he ground some spices with a mortar and pestle. "The fresh, I mean." The fragrant smells of cooking curry were already pervading the common room, and probably making their way through the rest of the dorms. When Isabel handed over the asked-for ginger, he added some to the mixture in the mortar, and went back to grinding. "Thanks. I hope this isn't too spicy for whoever else comes along," he added.

[OOC: Open, as common rooms are! Come have some curry. :D]

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Charlie followed her nose down her hallway, and grinned. "The Nomadic Chef returns to his griddle! Or his grill. Yayyy!"

"Charlie! Hey!" Ronan grinned. "It's been a while."

"Definitely! Were you here for crazy crazy Parent's weekend?" She sniffed at the food, looking hungry and hopeful, then wrinkled her brow. "Did you knife yourself in the eyebrow? Because ouch."

"... Knife myself? Not exactly," Ronan said. "And I wasn't around, no; I got called home. Wizardry thing." He hesitated. "And, uh. Spent a year a couple of worlds sideways before getting back."

Charlie paused in the act of looking for a spoon to dip into the curry with, and gave him a deeply dubious look. "Sideways? Um. What now? How does that work?"

"It's... alternate Earth kind of thing. But not in the same way people here are from different Earths. It's... different. Kind of."

Charlie frowned at him, then said, "Is the kind of thing I'll have to get the physics genius boyfriend to explain to me? Or can we just go, la, Ronan's old now, I owe him a birthday present?"

"That depends," Ronan said, smiling a little. "Does the physics genius boyfriend know anything about wizardry? And you don't owe me anything."

"Not really," Charlie admitted. "Although he'd swear that if it's advanced enough, it's the same thing, I think. But you're cooking again! And I didn't even notice you were gone! How long were you gone here, that I didn't notice and now maybe ought to write further adventures of the Nomadic Chef to make up for it?"

"It was just over a weekend," Ronan replied. "Parents Weekend, actually. I even made it back in time for my clinic shift on Sunday night. ... Although that was rather surreal." He did grin, though. "And if you'd like some material to work from, we'll have to get together to talk about my time away. It would probably make a good novel."

"Oooo!" Charlie perked up immediately and sneaked a bite of curry, then muttering "hot hot hot" under her breath. "Definitely! I can always use new material, if people are okay with it. Beauty gave me an idea for a fairy-tale, that's my newest thing. So why were you gone so long?"

Ronan shrugged. "Couldn't get home," he said. "Wizardry didn't work quite as powerfully in that world, for a variety of reasons -- I mean, I wasn't defenseless or anything, but some of the larger stuff..." He shrugged. "Ended up having to find this sword that can cut through dimensions. I mean, a lot of swords can, Fragarach especially, but this one was designed for it."

"Ooooo." Charlie may have been planning a Ginsu-knife-sword segment for the Nomadic Celtic Chef in her head. "Was it hidden in the heart of a volcano somewhere? Or in the middle of an iceberg?" Because that's where she would be hiding it.

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With a slight sigh, Turtle, was was actually nicely balancing food and her notebooks, flopped down beside Charlie and gave her ~~omg bff~~ friend a small smile. "Figured you should be here, faithful follower of the NCC that you are."

Charlie grinned at her fellow NCC fangirl, and said, "Ronan has traveled far and wide and has now come back with curry! So of course I'm here. How goes the studying? And how are you? Last week's Radio sounded... odd." Well. Maybe no odder than usual, because after all, it was Jeff.

"Studying has been thwarted by food," Turtle responded, lifting her curry. "I brought my notes, though, to keep going through them. It's actually good I ran into you here, because didn't you want to borrow them? Still haven't done that yet. And..."

She drew in a breath. Technically, she didn't have to say anything about it, she could just conveniently have not heard that last part, but...it was Charlie, so Turtle just said, "I don't think I want to talk about last week's radio."

And, of course, she was thinking about the fact that they'd have to do radio tomorrow, and, unable not to, she lead out a small groan, wondering if another disaster was waiting.

"Notes?" Charlie peeked over, then blushed. "Uh, yeah, I did. Are they... good?" She facepalmed. "Useful? I don't know, uh, do they make sense?"

Then Turtle's reaction sunk in, and she gave Turtle a look of concern. Especially at the groan. "Um. I'm not going to push. But you know you can tell me anything about it. Right?"

Turtle frowned at Charlie a little bit. "Of course they make sense!" she said. "They're my notes, and they're very no-nonsense, like the class, helpful and to the point and, geez, maybe I should just give them to you for keeps because it's not like I'm probably going to need stuff like that in, I don't know, forever."

"Okay, that does not sound good," Charlie decided. "Because you have a boyfriend who thinks about naked things all the time, so it shouldn't be the case. And thank you? For the notes?" She took them and tried to decide if she should open them there and then. Yes. No. Yes. Nooooo....

"He doesn't think about naked things all the time," Turtle said and, while one would imagine that it would have naturally have been said defensively, it was actually said almost miserably. And not in a way to suggest that Jeff should be thinking of naked things all the time, but in a way that suggested that what Turtle wished he would be thinking more often, he wasn't.

"He isn't?" Charlie could have sworn the only other things he thought about would be phones, closets, and maybe the occasional dog attack. She peeked at the notes, then stared. "Um.... Uh." Some of them had been critiqued with 'totally gross' and 'so not happening.' She shook her head violently, and looked back at Turtle. "Okay, that doesn't make any sense. What's happened?"

Turtle sighed, wondering why she was so reluctant to tell Charlie about what had happened. Charlie was one of her best friends! And she'd been asking nearly anyone for advice...anyone she didn't really know, actually, because Charlie knew her and admitting there was a problem was like admitting she was failing at something, and Turtle Wexler hated losing more than anything in the world...She drew in a breath. She was just going to keep acting like this, so she might as well fess up and get it over with. She leaned her head back on the couch and rolled it toward Charlie. "Okay, so, you know how Jeff was, like, super emo all through radio and everything? Do you know why he was?"

"No?" Charlie admitted, holding the notebook shut with tight fingers. "I wondered if it was Parent's Weekend, but that's just because... you know. Everyone was freaked out about that."

"Not everyone," Turtle pointed out. "I mean, some of us have normal relationships with our parents. But, I mean, yeah, it's no big secret that Jeff's not among those people, and this is with good reason, don't get me wrong. I did actually meet her; within two seconds of meeting her, I'll also mention, she called me a whore..."

She paused the rant there, glancing over, because she just had to see Charlie's response to that.

Which was total gaping disbelief. "She did what? That, that, omigod, no wonder Jeff's so messed up! What the heck, Turtle? Seriously!"