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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[unddann]

"Small, green, ugly, things that bite, ja? Not like the fuzzy Fußbälle on Monday."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad nodded. "Right. Well. The ball things bit Prince Oscar Pedro, but I think he bit them first."

[unddann]

"I named one Jens. It tried to eat through my boots."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad glanced down...and down...toward Lola's feet. "How'd he do?"

[unddann]

Lola lifts her foot obligingly to show off her battered Doc Martens. "They are scratched, but it didn't win. I don't have to call my Papa for money for new shoes."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Teddy puked on my shoes once," Chad offered, "so he bought me new ones for my birthday. If Jens did ruin him, he should do the same."

[unddann]

"But Jens is gone. And I don't think he had any money."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Lola had him there. "So...it all worked out in the end?" he offered.

[unddann]

"Ja, alles in ornung." Lola smiled. "And I think maybe my boots are, ah, more cool, this way."