Third floor common room - Thursday evening - 6/5

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Today warranted soup.

It wasn't really the weather that had him making the soup. It wasn't even a desperate desire for something that was in the soup. He just wanted soup today, something warm and tasty and in a big enough quantity that perhaps someone else might be tempted to come by and take some. He wanted to feed someone as much as he'd wanted to cook and there was a sizable portion left.

Liir, for his part, was still working on his broom research for Ino and so was enjoying his portion on the couch in the common room with a couple of the books open around him as he scribbled things into his notebook. The books might look a little odd to anyone who'd walk in, the text blurred and hazy, but he didn't seem to be having any trouble with them.

[ooc: open as common rooms are!]

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[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"I don't know," Cal mused, stirring his spoon in his bowl thoughtfully now. "Not saying anything against your cooking, but a little sarcasm can go a long way."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Exactly. You wouldn't want to oversalt the broth, now, would you?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"I'm Greek," Cal said. "I'm not sure there's such a thing as too much salt."

Pause.

"Actually, no, that's a blatant lie. My grandmother has proven me wrong there."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"The aforementioned paste?" he questioned curiously.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"And probably about fifty percent of everything else she cooked," Cal admitted, a little ruefully, but not without fondness. "But she tried."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"Better than most people I knew," he commented with a shrug, taking another bite.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Not so many as...culinarily intrepid as yourself?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"No one who really gave much of a... fig."

He could be polite around those he didn't know as well.

"I was the cook mostly because the only other one who could stand long enough to prepare something was too busy with other things."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Ah," Cal nodded a little. And realized he didn't really have much to say in response to that, so he dug into the soup a little more.

"Well," he found himself able to muse a bit after a bite, "unless you've improved exponentially since coming here, everyone there must have been pretty decently fed."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I've gotten better ingredients, though the monkeys certainly didn't complain."

Oh yes, the monkeys.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"You fed monkeys?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"A pack of monkeys, almost twenty of them, and two crazy old women," he said with the sort of satisfaction you'd find in a well-worked mortician.

"Flying monkeys, to be precise. The Witch was teaching them how to speak as well."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"...And here I thought some of the company I'd kept in the past was a little odd."

Of course, the other boy did have a flying broom so it wasn't like Cal was actually that surprised.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I try not to flaunt my oddity too terribly much," he said with a wry shrug.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Around here, I can't imagine," or, perhaps, he could only hope, "it's actually not that easy. 'Hey, I cooked for flying monkeys.' 'Oh, that's cool; I was raised by flying monkeys, who, in turn, were raised by a wild pack of pig snouts.' So on, so forth."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He actually laughed.

"That last one is almost too much for Oz, even. A 'wild pack of pig snouts' indeed."

He really was too amused.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Maybe a bit, but Liir's easy amusement has Cal chuckling a little himself. "I'd resolved to not take anything for granted on the levels of oddity before I came here; attending this school seems to have only steeled my resolve."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I try not to take anything for granted, but some things are almost too odd for me.

"I'm glad I'm not the oddest person you've met, at least."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"For the record, just so we're clear," Cal pointed out, "I haven't met anyone raised by wild pig snouts. Yet. But, trust me, you're still good."

After all, there was always Worf.

And, well, Cal himself.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"You're tempting me to mentioning more but that'd just be pandering," he said with a faint smile.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"You're welcome to try," Cal offered, "but I'm a hard sell on this one, trust me."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"I'd rather not. It wouldn't be nearly as amusing than if it just came out."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"You've got a good point there," Cal allowed.