Third Floor Common Room; Thursday Evening.

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Chad was feeling both bored and hungry. This was not a good combination...

...not unless you were a really big fan of enchiladas, anyway, because he and Prince Oscar Pedro, after a very deeply considering conversation, had wandered together into the common room and were now making lots and lots and lots of them, for which they had lots and lots of hot sauce, as well. And tomatoes. So many tomatoes. One almost had to wonder where anyone would get that many tomatoes, and most of them would be gone by the end of the evening, even if no one showed up to eat anything.

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Sky had showered after his early elimination from paintball, and was going to go for a walk when he smelled cooking. So he decided to look for the source and peek into the third floor common room, smiling when he saw who it was.

"Hey, Chad. And Prince Oscar Pedro."

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"Hey, Sky," Chad said, lifting his hand (and the spatula in it) in greeting. "You hungry?"

He hoped so; he'd hate to see this food go to waste. Or into leftovers.

Prince Oscar Pedro, meanwhile, just purred away from where he was sprawled between little bowls of ingredients, tail flopping around, tempting fate with each decent, barely avoiding dipping into the salsa. He had one of his catnip toys clenched between his paws, though, so he couldn't care less.

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"Sure, if you're sharing," Sky grinned, walking in fully and taking a seat on one of the couches. "What are you making? It smells delicious."

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"Definitely sharing," Chad said, nodding. "And enchiladas. Beef ones and chicken ones and vegetarian ones, too." Even if he didn't like those as well, but considerations for people like Mac were kind of embedded in his brain at a certain point. "Got a preference?"

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Sky considered. It had been a long time since he'd had enchiladas though his mun is salivating at the very idea.

"No, no preference; I'll just try one of each, please," he finally decided. "I'm sure they'll all taste good. How have you been lately?"

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"Been good," Chad said, nodding again as he went and fixed Sky up a plate. "Turned eighteen a couple of days ago, that was pretty cool." Although he didn't do anything to celebrate much, but that was how Chad preferred birthdays, anyway. "How 'bout you?"

"...Salsa?"

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"Yes, please," said Sky, then said, "Well, happy late birthday. It's mine today; I didn't do anything special except get a gigantic Squishy, though. I told Sokka to get me the largest size they had and, well, he did."

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"Well, feliz cumpleaños, then," Chad said, and would have given Sky a thumbs up if he wasn't scooping salsa onto Sky's plate. "What age you turn?"

"Sour cream?"

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"Thank you," said Sky, even though he wasn't quite sure what that meant, but he could guess. "And no thanks. It looks really good, though."

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"Thanks. There's more stuff, too. Guacamole. Tabasco. Tomatoes?"