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Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday Evening

Now that they were in the dorms, Some Random Campfire was no longer a reliable source of sustenance, and this time period was woefully lacking in synthetron technology. So Alex had wandered around his floor until he came to the common room, with its kitchen, where he'd poked through the cabinets until he found something that would require no actual skill on his part to allow it to be consumed, and that did not contain chocolate. He didn't particularly care for chocolate, he'd found.

One bite of the Cheetos and he was hooked. Anyone entering the room would find Alex on the couch, guarding the Cheeto bag jealously, his fingers liberally covered with the Cheetos' pernicious orange coating.

Just no one tell him chocolate chip cookies probably have better nutritional value. He might cry.

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The smell of pizza wafting down the hallway was most definitely unmistakable, and so Wes wanders in to the common room to investigate the source of said smell. And grins brightly when he sees the person holding the pizza box. "Jen!" he greets her cheerfully.

And then, because it'd be rude not to greet the other person in the room, there's a slightly-less-enthusiastic but still reasonably pleasant "Alex!"

. . . yeah, and Jen's desire for a cold shower just made itself known again. Along with a heavy dose of OMGAWKWARD.

"Hey, Wes," she says after a moment in which she had to make sure her voice was going to work properly. "Pizza?"

"I would *love* pizza," Wes says enthusiastically, wandering over to her.

"Nothing fancy, just plain cheese," Jen says apologetically. "But it's pizza, right?"

She's totally not blushing or anything, honest. That's just . . . a reflection of the tomato sauce.

Off her uniform.

Through the cheese on the pizza.

Yeeeeeeeeeah.

"What a coincidence," Wes grins at her. "Plain cheese is exactly what I was hoping for."

That may or may not be an entirely true statement.

"Oh, really?" Jen asks, arching an eyebrow and eeeeeeee there's the grin and it's a good thing she didn't just drop the pizza. "You seem more like a pepperoni kind of guy."

Which, okay, had actually been *exactly* the kind of pizza he was hoping for. He just wasn't going to say that. "I like pepperoni too," he says, because that much at least *is* the truth.

"I had a feeling you would," says Jen. By which 'had a feeling' actually means 'seen you practically inhale them whole way too many times.' "I'll have to remember that next time . . . or you could come down and visit me at work on Fridays and Saturdays."

"Yeah?" Wes's eyes light up at the invitation. "I'll... I'll be sure to do that," and oh look there's a slice of pizza in his hand and now it's in his mouth.

And oh look, that's so cute. Even as a teenager he ate his pizza the same way, and Jen's totally not watching him with a grin. Only because she's eating a slice of pizza herself.

"What have you been up to lately?" she asks. Lame, right?

"Mostly just classes," Wes admits sheepishly. "Um, the other day I went to the music store, in town? Because apparently I've missed a lot in seventeen years, so I kind of wanted to catch up."

Jen wonders what the other Wes is like these days, but that sort of thing is too brainhurty in a common room situation so she drops the thought pretty quickly. "Was it a huge culture shock?"

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"Hi, uh, Wes, right?" Alex asked.

No, he hadn't forgotten weird random lookalike's name. He just preferred to pretend he didn't exist kthx.

"That's me," Wes confirms with a little wave, wandering over to the cupboards and rummaging around until he comes up with a package of double-chocolate-chip cookies. "Cookie?" he offers. He could be friendly! Really.

"Ew," said Alex. "No thanks. You can keep them." He did not offer Wes the Cheetos.

Which causes a little bit of a raised-eyebrow from Wes, because wow is Alex hoarding those things like they're the last snack food on Earth. Then again, it's not like sharing snack foods is a hard and fast requirement of the common rooms... at least, as far as he knows with his whole month of experience here.

"Ew?" he repeats incredibly. "You think cookies warrant an 'ew'?" He obviously wasn't a health food nut, because see: Cheetos. But who doesn't like *cookies*?

Actually, he was. He was just in heavy denial about the Cheetos. "Yeah. They're all cloyingly sweet and stuff. Ew."

Well it's not like Wes knew about the denial! "Sometimes, something sweet is exactly what you need," Wes argues.

"But...no," Alex protested. "I don't think so."

"Okay," Wes shrugs. "More for me, dude."

"You can have them," Alex grumbled. He didn't get it. Why was everyone so worked up about chocolate?

"WES! How've you been? We never talk anymore. Not like the good old days... *sniffle*"

Yes, Sokka just said "sniffle".

"...Did you actually just *say* 'sniffle'?"

Sokka grinned. "You don't call, you don't write," he continued, ignoring Wes's comment. "How am I supposed to dispense my big-brother-ly advice?"

"We see each other in class every Tuesday," Wes points out.

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