Third Floor Common Room - Tuesday afternoon - 10/07

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Liir was keeping it simple today.

There was a pot, some stew in it, a pitcher of lemonade out, and a small plate of stained glass cookies left for anyone who might be hungry.

Liir himself was enjoying some of the stew, a glass of the lemonade, and had a cookie resting on the side for after while working on a drawing. It was hard to say what it might be since he was drawing it in such tiny marks, but it seemed to be shaping up slowly.

[open as common rooms are + free food]

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[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley wandered into the common room and looked at the plate of cookies.

"Dude. What are these?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He looked up from the sketchbook, giving Hurley a quick smile before answering him.

"They're, well, they're 'stained glass cookies' according to one of my books, but we always called them Lurline's Tears at Lurlinemas. You're welcome to one, if you'd like."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"They're... dude, how hard was it to make these?" Hurley said.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

His eyes darted back and forth as he considered the question.

"Not hard at all, really. Just took a bit of hard candy and a smaller cookie cutter, to be honest."

He smiled.

"They're edible, I promise."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Hurley said. "Cool. Just... looked like a lot of effort, I guess."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shrugged.

"Nanny taught me to make them when I was younger," he admitted. "When she could still stand more often. They're sort of a holiday treat."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Hurley said. "Wait... is it a holiday?" He picked up a cookie and nibbled.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shook his head.

"No, but I make them pretty often just because I like them."

They reminded him of the very few bits of 'home' that were pleasant to think on.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Cool," Hurley said. "They're tasty, too."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Penelope wandered in; she was in search of a soda and walked straight to the kitchen.

But she paused, tilted her head, and smiled. "It smells delicious in here."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He looked up and waved the fingers of one hand at Penelope.

"You're welcome to some stew and cookies, and the lemonade if you'd like."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Stepping closer to the plate of cookies, her eyes widened. "These are simply too lovely to eat." Curiosity, however, had her plucking one up to take a tentative bite underneath her scarf. "Mmmmm." Delicious.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He smiled.

"As long as you enjoy them," he said with a bow of his head.

"How have you been, Penelope?"

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"I've been very well, thank you. Classes, if they don't scare me, are going very well," she told him. "And you?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"If they don't scare you?"

He looked around for a moment.

"I'm well enough. Cooking and flying and sleeping and trying not to muck up with my studies too badly. Nothing of interest as I tend to stay in."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"Master Skywalker's class terrified me today and I was pretty much a chicken," she admitted sheepishly.

"I find flying very interesting, Liir. I do understand you, however. I tend to stay in myself."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He leaned back and put the sketchbook down.

"I've never taken you flying, I don't think. If you'd ever like to go, we could."

He picked up the glass of lemonade, turned it in his hand a moment, and sipped at it finally.

"If you'd like, though."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"No," she said, her tone lightly tainted with awe, "you haven't. How does that work, the flying, exactly?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley waved to Penelope. "Hey Penelope," he said.

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"Hi, Hurley!" she waved cheerfully. "How are you?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Doin' okay, I guess," Hurley said. "Apparently there's, like, Homecoming coming up, huh?"

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"Yes, you heard," she replied, her voice lowering. "I... might get a date."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Oh yeah?" Hurley said. "Who asked you?"

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

She stared at the floor. "Nobody," came her soft reply. "I put my name on a piece of paper and... I might get matched with someone."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Oh, hey, the thing Angela is doing?" Hurley said. "That's cool. She tried to get me to sign up, but I figured it was a bad idea."