Third Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Everyone had, of course, moved back into their dorm rooms and Chad felt like doing something for everyone to mark the occasion. He thought about going around to help lift things, especially big and heavy things, but he remembered hearing that Jamie was doing a moving thing and didn't want to step on any toes. So, instead, he and Prince Oscar Pedro had migrated from his room to the common room, got a few things together, and started whipping up a really big empanada dinner to share with anyone who might want some.

And he made a lot, so he hoped people would want them.


[[ not only is it open, but you're welcome to mod whatever you want for having been made with/in the empanadas, too! ]]

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[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

"I h-hope nothing t-too bad," she said, "you d-don't deserve problems for something that y-you can't help."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Aw, no," he said, "nothing too bad. Some people just...I don't know. It doesn't make people think very well of you when you can't remember some things..."

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

She smiled faintly. "S-Some people aren't too impressed w-when you can remember t-things and then f-fail to do them c-correctly under p-pressure either. Y-You've just g-got to do the b-best you can."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"And," Chad reasoned lightly, "there's some things that I might not remember, but there's also things I never forget, which is important."

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

She bobbed her head in a nod. "That's true," she agreed, "a-and that's all you can really do."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded, with a firm grunt of agreement. "That's how I see it, too."