Fifth Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

[not_in_the_book]

"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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[not_in_the_book]

Ronan held up his hands defensively. "Hey, just asking!" he said. "I've met a few Englishmen who'd never had a phaal. Of course, they were all Englishmen, so y'know."

[ashockingbitch]

"They fail," Jenny declared with a wave of her cigarette. "I don't." It was as simple as that.

[not_in_the_book]

"Good," Ronan said. "In that case," he continued, gesturing to the pot, and the baskets of naan and pappadums, "help yourself."

[ashockingbitch]

"Gladly!" Jenny gleefully helped herself to the food, then took her first bite and declared, "All right, you don't fail either. But I bet you knew that."

[not_in_the_book]

"It's not exactly the first time I've made curry," Ronan said, grinning. "Also, thanks."

[ashockingbitch]

"Now I'm not faint from hunger," Jenny began, then gestured to Ronan's new scar, "what the bloody hell happened to you? I know you didn't have that last time I saw you."

[not_in_the_book]

"I, uh. Didn't duck quite fast enough." Ronan shrugged a bit. "Would you believe me if I said that I was a year older now than I was last time you saw me?"

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny tilted her head and looked him over. "Yeah," she said finally, "yeah, I can see it. Goddammit, why am I the only one who gets bloody younger?"

[not_in_the_book]

"If it's any consolation," Ronan replied, sighing a bit, "I'm now the age I'm actually supposed to be in 2007. I was from a year in the past before; I've just caught up, is all."

[ashockingbitch]

"Not really, if time worked right I'd be a hundred and bloody seven," Jenny said with a shrug. "If I was even still alive I definitely wouldn't be able to eat this curry."

[not_in_the_book]

"Funny," Ronan said. "You don't look a day over a hundred and bloody three." And then he ducked preemptively.

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny threw a piece of naan at his head, but this was just a distraction. Hey, how well could Ronan dodge a shock carefully calculated to stand his hair on end?

[not_in_the_book]

If he'd been asked, Ronan would say that he wasn't sure -- but was Jenny sure she wanted to try it?