Fourth Floor Common Room [evening]

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

Given how many of her conversations that afternoon had turned to food, Sookie had found herself kind of homesick in spite of herself, especially after facing the prospect of eating what she found in the common room.

So, she took it upon herself to run out and grab some fresh ingredients, and returned back to the common room to boil some rice and throw everything moddable that she'd bought and found that looked good into the pot to make some jambalaya.

She'd taken a little more care and put together a berry cobbler, admittedly using frozen berries. Her gran had always said it tasted the same anyway, so long as you used enough butter.

She kept the TV on while she cooked and familiarized herself with the kitchen, and tried to adjust to the technology and appliances that were ten years ahead of her time. It was fairly easy to figure out, even if some of the commercials threw her for a loop.

[open as common rooms tend to be! look, the big posts were scaring me.]

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[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley was on his way back from work when he poked his head into the common room.

"Hey," he greeted. "I don't think we've met and stuff."

[lovemykilt]

After the picnic started to wind down, Priestly set about exploring the dorm building. He'd located his new room, put his stuff away, and scoped out the room numbering for the two ladies expecting visits, and was now following his nose to the fourth floor common room.

He smiled when he spotted one of the girls from the shuttle. "Hey. Smells good."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Whoa, dude. Nice hair," Hurley said.

[lovemykilt]

Priestly flashed Hurley a thumbs up. "Thanks, man."

He hadn't changed since the picnic at all, so he was still blue mohawked, and dressed in his kilt and his "veggieburger = veggiemurder" tshirt.

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"God, I'm hungry, what's that smell?" Yeah, she didn't eat much this afternoon, and if someone was cooking? She was all over that.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Hiya," Sookie said, tossing off a little wave as she stirred. "I'm Sookie. Are you new, too?"

She had her mental shielding up as a matter of course. Dorms were waaaay too populated for her to feel too comfortable just yet.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Thank you," Sookie said, pleased that she apparently could cook without her grandmother's supervision. "Help yourself."

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Jambalaya," Sookie answered, smiling over at the new girl. "And berry cobbler. Sorry, I got kinda homesick and cooked to compensate. You can help yourself, though."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Oh, not really," Hurley said. "But I've like, only been here one term. Enough to grow to love the place, I guess. I'm Hurley."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"...and points for, like, pulling off the kilt. I don't got the legs for that," he joked.

[lovemykilt]

"My pleasure." Priestly started hunting for bowls and silverware. "You need a hand? I'll have you know, I'm a short order cook in training."

Well, okay, so Trucker hadn't gotten to that much of the training yet. Priestly figured a stove was a stove was like a griddle only not, right?

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"It smells wonderful," she said and walked over to help herself. "You're new right? I'm Amber, in 409."

[lovemykilt]

"It's not about the legs, man," Priestly said, with total conviction. "It's about the cajones to wear it with pride."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley laughed. "So, I just gotta get one and be all proud, huh?"

[lovemykilt]

"Exactly. That's all fashion is, my friend! Knowing you look awesome, no matter what anyone else says or thinks."

[lovemykilt]

"Hello again, Amber," Priestly called, from where he'd found himself a perch on the counter to dig into his jambalaya.

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Good to meet you, Hurley," she said, smiling over at him. "Where're you from originally?"

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Hello again, Priestly," she said, digging into her own bowl of jambalaya. "How'd the rest of the picnic go for you?"

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Really?" she asked, raising her brows. "Can...you stir?"

She figured she'd give him the easy stuff. Just in case he was, you know, being a boy and exaggerating a little.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

Hurley shook his head, smiling. "Cool that you can pull that off, dude."

[lovemykilt]

"Pretty good, pretty good. Even got my picture taken. You?"

[justwantsquiet.livejournal.com]

"Sookie, 415," she offered, grinning at her. "Brand new as of today. I take it you're not?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Santa Monica," Hurley said. "California. You?"

[minnesota-teen.livejournal.com]

"Awesome," she beamed. "If I had a camera handy, I would have taken your picture too. And my day was fine; kind of used to the picnics, but meeting new students is so cool."

[lovemykilt]

"I live to stir." Totally boy exaggeration. But there was some truth behind it all. Trucker wouldn't hire just anybody to run the Beach City Grill's grill.

Not that he'd managed to get a chance to hire Priestly yet, either. But still.

"So how's your first day going?"