Third Floor Common Room: Wednesday Afternoon

[talks2objects.livejournal.com]

Anyone entering the common room at this time will notice that Dor is having an intensive conversation with the microwave.

"So... it's not magic?" Dor asked looking somewhat confused.

"What's the problem?" the microwave responded. "It's pretty simple. I have magnetron tube that sends out microwave radiation to heat water and other polarized molecules within food."

Dor just started at the microwave not understanding one word that it said.

"Okay. Fine. It's kind of like magic," the microwave said with a weary sigh.

Dor's befuddled expression showed that he still didn't understand what was going on.

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[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"It's a polite request," he said and rolled his eyes. "Which means, yeah, I have to. That doesn't mean I'm going to."

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"Good luck," Claire told him, meaning it. "How long do you have? I'm a senior."

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"Same for me," he said. "So, I have a few months but not as long as I want. I'm thinking of doing the 'if he wants me, he's going to have to come get me' deal."

[swipedthatfoot.livejournal.com]

"Do you think he would take you up on it?" Claire asked.

[stupid-toasters.livejournal.com]

"Yes," he said and made a face. "But not right away. On his own time. I'm not that important."