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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[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"I know. But Jeff's... Jeff." Charlie really didn't feel like much of a writer here. "He's not going to pay off in huge dividends by getting tough with him. That's what his mom is for." She made a face at the mention of the Queen Bitka From Hell, and then said, "If it's been that long, maybe he's better now? Or getting there. And maybe he'll at least listen? You guys like doing Radio together. It's a bonding thing. It could still go okay."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I thought we liked doing radio together," Turtle said, not so willing to ever just give up and admit anyone, even Charlie, was right. "Last week, he seemed like I was putting him through the most inhumane torture imaginable..."

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

"But that was only a couple days later. You can't go by that," Charlie pointed out. "And if he isn't snapping out of it in a few more days-- you can always change your mind then."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle nodded a little. "You know me," she said, "I'm not exactly one to make breakneck decisions. If I do anything, it'll be well after I've collected sufficient data."

And possibly have made about a billion charts. In triplicate.

[girlzippo.livejournal.com]

Charlie grinned. "True enough." She risked a peek at the notes again, then had to ask, "She really said that? In class?" while pointing to one particular note from the lectures from the day before.