Fourth Floor Common Room [early afternoon]

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

It was rare that Aravis should bestir herself again before noon on weekends, after she'd taken care of Trenor, and today was no exception.

However, bad habits like sleeping in late didn't necessarily preclude a desire for breakfast-like foods, and gods help her, Aravis was learning how to cook.

Which was why the common room found her carefully making pancakes in the early afternoon, her hair down and out of its usual plaits, her jewelry and kohl absent, and her bodice loosely laced. Saturdays were meant for being lazy, and she intended to do just that. Though, of course, she would willingly share her pancakes, lumpy and misshapen (though otherwise good, thank you) though they were. She had tea, too, but given how strongly she made it, she suspected that would be rather less popular.

[omg come keep me awake. I've been up since ridiculous o'clock. Stupid teacher certification.]

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[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"I can only imagine," Cal replied. "All those tears shed for what? Vibrant golden sunsets over calm seas? Boyfriend not complimenting that half and inch you got trimmed from your hair? Socks not quite the same color when they come out of the wash...."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"My freckles caused me quite the amount of woe this weekend, as well," Aravis said, nodding. "But yes, you're quite on the mark."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Awww," another chuckled slipped out of Cal, "but freckles are cute."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Not according to my weekendly tragic self," Aravis said, smiling slightly.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Well," Cal said with an authoritative sip of his milk, "your weekendly tragic self was silly, then."

Although he figured Aravis already knew that.

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"I think all of us were terribly silly this weekend," Aravis said with a wry little smile. "It was nearly as bad as when we were ponies."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"I was my own grandfather last weekend," Cal threw out quickly, because he was still pretty proud of that one. "And, oh, the ponies. That was my first big thing, I think."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"...how were you your own grandfather?" she asked, staring.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Time machine," Cal explained. "Fling with a young and extremely fertile version of my grandmother. Extremely, considering how I'm actually unable to reproduce."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

She raised a brow at that, and simply remarked, "Lucky you, then, not having to bother with the whole thing. But...really, I've dealt with the time displacement here, but that one really sort of wins."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Thanks," Cal said, nodding his head gratefully for the comment, and wondering what Aravis would think if he told her the rest of what he'd done that weekend. "No offense, that I have to agree that it's better than sitting in my room and crying over my freckles."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I fought with my friend-slash-dearest love, as well," she assured him. "It was a terribly productive weekend."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Clearly," Cal agreed with a nod. "Did you get hit by any of the rocks and turn a color on Thursday?"

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"Oh, lucky me, I missed that," she said, grinning. "You turned a color?"

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Luckily," Cal said, straightening his shoulders a little, "I make a dashing figure completely in blue."

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

She burst out laughing. "Oh, I'm sure it was supremely flattering."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"It was!" Cal did a poor job of pretending to be offended; it was impossible to be too offended when a pretty girl was laughing at your jokes instead of just staring at you like you were a weirdo. "It matched by eyes!"

[notqueenyet.livejournal.com]

"You were all blue? That happened in my religions class," she said thoughtfully. "I'm sure it was very handsome."