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Second Floor Common Room, Monday night

Gladys was making sandwiches. She'd read somewhere that food was a good way to welcome new people. The island had new people, and so they should be welcomed.

Golem logic. Golem sandwiches, on the other hand...

She had two loaves of bread and a ham, which she assembled -- bread, ham, bread. Then with one huge and heavy shovel-like hand, she pressed down, flattening it. Her sandwich was several feet square, and about an inch thick, and she began slicing it into squares.

Perhaps it might not be quite as welcoming as she intended.

[ooc: And the sandwiches are actually canon]

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Romeo had little reason to be on the second floor, but he was hungry and exploring and so found himself there anyhow.

He watched the golem's work from the doorway for a moment, not sure what she was doing. It looked a bit, but only a bit, like a sandwich.

"Good evening, Gladys," he said -- it was hard to forget the name, even though he had only caught it in passing -- and went to the cabinets in search of less flat foodstuffs. "How does the new term find you?"

"It Finds Me Here," she replied, and held out a square of sandwich. "I Made A Sandwich. Do You Want A Piece?"

It didn't do to be rude to people, or not-people, that much bigger than you. "Certainly," Romeo said, carefully taking the bit of bread and ham.

"It looks very ... thick," he said, and took a tentative bite. "Good, though. Did you notice if there's mustard?"

Edited 2008-07-08 02:02 (UTC)

Gladys' eyes flickered, then she went to the fridge and pulled out a jar of mustard, which she held out. "Yes. There Is Enough That You Can Have More When You Are Finished That Piece."

"Thank you, but one piece should do me for now," Romeo said. He took the jar of mustard and liberally dolloped it on the sandwich; his second bite was greatly improved by not being so dry.

He noticed Gladys wasn't eating. "Weren't you going to have any?"

"Golems Do Not Eat," she explained. "Food Is A Good Way To Welcome New People. There Are New People And So I Made Food."

"Then thank you for giving it to me even though I am not at all new," he said. "I still enjoy feeling welcomed."

"It Is For Everyone," she decided. "For The People Who Are Being Welcomed And The Ones Who Are Welcoming. And Everyone Is Welcome In A Common Room, New Or Old."

"And it will make me more welcoming if I've been welcomed with a bit of food first," Romeo agreed with a smile. "So the food is, really, for the good of all."

He ate a bit more sandwich, then: "What did you make of our class with Miss Atriedes?"

"I Do Not Know. It Was Very New." Her eyes flickered. "What Did You Think Of It?"

"I think it is going to be a challenge, that's for certain," Romeo decided. "But not the bad kind. More like ethics, and I ended by enjoying that class."

"Golems Do Not Usually Think About Destiny Or Free Will. We Just Obey The Words In Our Heads." She paused. "I Agree It Will Be A Challenge, But Challenges Are Good." There was enough of an inflection in that last to make it a question.

"They are," Romeo said firmly. "Besides, my other classes are just modeling and auto mechanics, so it's only fair the third be something that gets me away from, as you call it, obeying the words in my head."

Sokka stuffed a sandwich square in his mouth so he had a hand free to wave at Romeo. Unfortunately, that meant he couldn't talk, so he took a bite from the sandwich and grabbed it again in the empty hand. "Hello!" he said, through a mouthful of meat and bread.

"Hello back!" Romeo returned, after swallowing his mouthful of meat and bread. "How's the new term for you thus far?"

"Pretty good so far, but then again I haven't had any classes yet." He grinned broadly at Romeo and leaned closer. "Guess what? My new little brother? Is a ROBOT!!! How cool is THAT???"

"I had two classes today, but I'll be done after tomorrow morning." And Romeo was rather proud of himself for having designed a five-day weekend, even one that required waking up on Mondays.

He blinked. "A robot? The metal kind?"

Sokka nodded, still grinning. "You can't miss him; he's really tall and painted yellow. Bumblebee."

He shrugged. "So, if you're done with classes tomorrow morning, what are you going to do for the rest of the week?"

There was a pause.

"...Other than Dojima."

"Bumblebee," Romeo echoed. "I fear I'm past the time when that would have shocked me, but I'm still surprised."

He shot Sokka a friendly kind of warning look at the comment about Dojima. He could hit him again, after all. "Enjoy my freedom, I suppose. Read a bit, maybe write, practice shooting. It's summer, I will find enough to do even if we're stuck near Antarctica."

Edited 2008-07-08 03:08 (UTC)

Sokka narrowed his eyes, matching the warning look Romeo had just shot him. "What's wrong with Antarctica?" he demanded.

Romeo now looked as if he wondered if Sokka were actually mentally challenged. "It's cold. With ice," he said. "In July."

Edited 2008-07-08 03:22 (UTC)

"Of COURSE it's cold!" Sokka replied. "It's ANTARCTICA!" He threw his hands in the air. "It's... brisk! And refreshing!"

"It's 20 bloody degrees!" Romeo said, inaccurately, and pouted. "I should be home, in California. It's hot there..."

"If it got warmer, houses would melt!" Sokka countered. "Sure, go back to California, with your palm trees, and your... Hollywood, and your... Governor Schwarzenegger..." So he didn't really know much about California, okay? "All I'm saying is, some people LIVE at the South Pole. And like it!"

Romeo liked palm trees and Hollywood, actually, and his player had no idea if his world had a Governor Schwarzenegger or not.

"Then they're welcome to their iceberg," he told Sokka, still sounded slightly affronted. "What, is it your home?"

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"YES!!! I was BORN at the South Pole, I lived most of my LIFE there, and it's really a pretty awesome place to live!!!"

"Then you can go live there!" Romeo suggested, possibly not entirely helpfully. "It's right next door."

Sokka shrugged at him. "But it's cold out."

Romeo blinked at Sokka.

And then started laughing.

"DUDE! Awesome!!! Efficiency at its finest!!!" Sokka grabbed a square in each hand and commenced eating. "Gladys, I have to hand it to you -- you make one HECK of a sandwich!"

Gladys' eyes glowed. "Please Have As Many As You Want. There Is Also Mustard." She held out the jar.

Sokka started to reach for the mustard -- which didn't work well, considering both hands were full -- and then just decided to dunk a corner of one of his squares into the jar. "Thanks!"

He raised an eyebrow at her. "...Hey, I thought golems didn't eat. So, what's the occasion?"

"You Are Welcome," she replied. "Food Is Good For Welcoming New People. We Have New People, And So I Made Food."

"Yes, yes it is. Food is also good for getting people to like you, and for being AWESOME. You should make food more often."

Sokka: Always on the lookout for free food.

"I Should?" she asked. "I Know How To Make Many Different Kinds Of Food. Especially Sheep's Head Soup. Would That Be A Good Thing To Make?"

"Yeah, sure, that sounds... Wait, WHAT? Sheep's HEAD? Like the actual HEAD??? The actual, real, HEAD in a soup??? NO!!! Do NOT make THAT."

"Yes." Gladys's eyes dimmed. "It Is A Delicacy That Miss Dearheart Enjoyed A Great Deal," she said. "Is It A Bad Soup?"

"YES! It's a bad soup! It's DISGUSTING, is what it is! Miss Dearhart must be one STRANGE old lady!"

Gladys got very tall all of a sudden, and her eyes flared brightly. "Miss Dearheart Works For The Golem Trust. She Is Mr Lipwig's Fiancée And She Helps To Free The Golems. She Found The Golden Golems Who Were Lost Under The Ground. And She Is Not Old."

Sokka took a step back, waving his arms. "All right! All right! All right! I'm sorry! Miss Dearheart sounds like a very nice, very AWESOME young woman, especially if the Bossman likes her. She just has... questionable taste in soup, is all."

Gladys considered him, and the glow dimmed. "Mr Lipwig Does Not Like It Much Either. I Will Not Make Sheep's Head Soup. What Should I Make?"

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