Fourth floor common room: Sunday evening

[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

Karal was staring at the television in bemusement. He'd thought it was baseball, at first, but it hadn't taken long to work out it wasn't.

He still didn't know what it was, beyond a fat man and a thin man who he was sure were seconds away from coming to blows.

"If I mentioned the third baseman's name, who did I say is playing third?"

"No. Who's playing first."

"What's on first?"

"What's on second."

"I don't know."

"He's on third."

Altra was snickering from his spot on the back of the couch. Karal just kept staring.

[ooc: open of course!]

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[vkandis-son.livejournal.com]

"I am beginning to understand why the professionals get paid so much," he told her, grinning back. "I read the book of rules, and they deserve it if they have to understand the whole thing."

[lilpunkinbelly.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I don't know about that," she admitted, never having considered that before. "Maybe?"