Fifth Floor Common Room, Tuesday Morning.

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Hurley was working on baking a pie. The pie he intended to bribe Deadpool with.

Since he wanted to make sure it was extra good, he was using fresh apples instead of canned filling. This meant a lot of apple peeling and slicing. Which meant knives. Which meant Hurley was doing his very best not to accidently cut himself.

So far, it was only a couple of tiny nicks, which meant he was doing better than he thought he would.

He had the TV on, set to some reruns of some show with a dude in a purple rhino costume shilling for organic produce. You ended up with the strangest TV shows, in Fandom.

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Adam was bored, which meant he was prone to wandering. Up to the fifth floor, no less. It was shocking, really.

Knowing it was break and that people were bound to be around, he decided to try the common room. Oh, look! It was occupied. "Hey."

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Hurley nodded at the new guy, careful not to take his eye off his knife.

"Hey dude," he said. "You want to score an apple slice or two, I think I got spare."

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"Sure, thanks," Adam nodded. "You need any help with that?"

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"Nah," Hurley said. "I'm trying to, like, learn and stuff. So I should probably do it myself, this time."

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"Is it for a class?" Adam asked, snagging one apple slice. "Or just for fun?" Hey, he was curious.

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"I'm bribing a teacher," Hurley said with a smile.

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"Seriously?" Adam was impressed. "That's pretty cool." Hey, there were worse ways to bribe a teacher and Adam was fairly certain there weren't many people who could resist a pie.

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"I give him pie," Hurley said. "He makes the class final a big food fight."

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"Oh wow. I kind of wished I'd signed up for that class now," Adam admitted.

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"It should be awesome," Hurley said, still smiling. "I'm Hurley, by the way."

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"I'm sure it will be," Adam nodded. "Nice to meet you Hurely, I'm Adam. I'm down in 405."

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"Cool," Hurley said. "You just... wandering around or something?"

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"Yeah, pretty much," Adam replied. "Figured I'd find people around here somewhere," he chuckled. "If they weren't hiding in their room trying to forget the weekend."

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"My mother always said that organic was the devil's plaything," Jeff commented without preamble, wandering into the common room with, as he would put it, most of his eyes set on the television.

Not that he had multiples. It was a metaphor or something.

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"I thought that was, like, idle hands or something," Hurley replied with a friendly smile.

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"Oh, that's what she meant," Jeff provided, flopping down on the couch so he could see the TV better, "She said if you ate organic produce, your hands would get really idle and sort of wander off in your sleep."

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Hurley had no idea what to think of that.

"That doesn't actually happen here, does it?" he asked. It seemed a real issue, in Fandom.

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"I've never actually seen it happen," Jeff said, making a few handmotions to stress the point, "And it's not like she actually shows up with a miniature guillotine whenever I kiss my girlfriend, so perhaps some of it is more of a metaphor." A pause. "She was always fairly literal about that, though."

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"...miniature guillotine?" Hurley said, his face one of... extreme worry. That produced some scary mental images.

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"Yeah, mothers, eh?" Jeff said, pulling a slight face before shrugging it off.

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"Wow, your mom seems as hardcore as mine," Hurley said. "Oh. I'm Hurley, by the way."

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"I'm Jeff," Jeff offered in return, leaning slightly forward on the couch so he could add a somewhat enthused wave to that. "I live just down the hall. I don't come out much 'cos of the dog." A pause. "Or it could be that I'm sort of nervous and wind up blaming the dog. It's always easier to blame things on things when you get carried away."

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"I totally understand that," Hurley said. "But cool on the dog. I used to have one, too."

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"I'm still not certain whether mine is a dog or an evil spy tank sent by my mother," Jeff said, sounding utterly serious about the matter. "How was yours?"

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"He was a little rascal," Hurley said. "He would eat just about anything."