[4th Floor Common Room, Saturday Afternoon]

[lil-yellow.livejournal.com]

Bumblebee had managed sleep, at least, but now was facing low fuel reserves and a distressing feeling of being nearly blind. Following what he discerned to be instincts, he had made his way to the kitchen area of the common room and was looking into cupboards and drawers with a growing sense of urgency.

This organic business was difficult; no wonder Sam always seemed so upset so often.

[OOC: Open, as common rooms are!]

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[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Two meters? What the hell's a meter?" Jack's...a bit unfamiliar with the metric system. "See? You just listen to ol' Jack Burton. Jack Burton knows how to make a sandwich."

Somehow, his had vanished. He brushed a few errant crumbs off his shirt and tried not to think about how he normally did not get crumbs on his shirt and his mind was not going there except that it did. "Um." Not blushing. "Let me know if you want another."

[lil-yellow.livejournal.com]

He chewed thoroughly before swallowing his bite of sandwich. "A meter," he said. "Is approximately three feet long. And thank you, again; this tastes very good."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

Jack did the math. "So you're three feet times two tall. That's almost as tall as I am." Taller, actually

"No problem. Any time you need a sandwich, you come find ol' Jack Burton. I may not know how to fix a lot of food, but I can fix the hell out of what I know."

[lil-yellow.livejournal.com]

"Closer to seven feet tall," Bumblebee corrected. "If you should need help for any reason, please let me know as well; I'll be happy to assist you."

[inthereflexes.livejournal.com]

"Thanks! No problem. I'll keep an eye out for a guy taller than me. No problem." He grinned. Hinata grinned. They grinned.

This was confusing. Jack needed another sandwich. He started preparing another, just... for medicinal sake. Really.