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3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

Washing one's clothes in a stream meant that Firekeeper was actually quite comfortably attired as she (and Blind Seer, who just plain didn't need to worry about clothes) wandered in to the common room with boxes from one of the food-selling places in town. The smell of fresh-baked bread and cheese had drawn her in, but then she'd been asked about "toppings" and, not quite being able to decide, ended up leaving with a half-dozen of the disc-shaped bread things.

Which was far more than even a very hungry wolf needed, really. Which is why they were all laid out on a table, ready to be shared should anyone else wander in.

Meanwhile, Firekeeper flipped on the television and looked for something interesting to watch. Perhaps something along the lines of what they'd seen in class today, with explosions.

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There was smart, aka hiding in your room when the last thing you had left to wear was footie pajamas with little bunny ears on the toes, and then there was being anyplace else.

Thing is, there was pizza anyplace else.

Guess where Francine was?

"Please don't ask. They were a present from my great aunt. Is that pepperoni?"

"Dude, those are awesome." Priestly grinned at her from where he was sitting in Mr. Happy boxers. And nothing else.

Francine colored and tugged a little at the zipper. Upwards. "At least it's--" Full-body coverage, thank God. "--warm."

She was trying not to stare. She shouldn't stare. She'd hated it when people stared... but much like with the assembly today, it was hard not to.

Priestly wasn't going to tell her off for staring. If he hadn't been willing to accept staring, he'd still be hiding in his room. "Yeah, I'm totally jealous. Damned machines left me high, dry, and freezing exactly halfway back to the dorms, today."

"Oh no, that's awful!" And she'd thought there couldn't be much worse than suddenly naked on stage. "Outside? That's just mean."

"I know! It's, like, beyond freezing out there!"

"Ok, remind not to even go outside until this whole thing is over," Francine said with a shudder.

"Just be glad it's the weekend. You don't have to worry about going to any classes or fairs or assemblies."

Francine covered her face. "Oh God, the assembly. Poor Mr. Algren." It had been a weird feeling, knowing exactly how awful an experience that could be, and yet not being able to tear her eyes away.

"Dude kept his dignity really well," Priestly noted. "He's got balls."

Her eyes widened momentarily. "I didn't s--- oh." More facepalm. "Like that. Yes."

Priestly laughed. "Yeah, like that. Trust me, if I meant literal balls, I would have looked more like this." He wrinkled his nose and stuck out his tongue.

Francine peeked over her fingers at him and couldn't help laughing a little weakly. "I'm sure he would've made that face too."

"No way. I'm telling you, that guy had dignity. Almost frighteningly so."

"I guess he did, yeah." Francine acknowledged. "I could never be that cool about it. If, um. That ever happened to me." Ahahahaha if.

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"What is pepperoni?"

Really, Francine ought to know better than to ask these things of Firekeeper.

"Was I not supposed to be asking that?"

"Huh?" Francine said intelligently as she made her way to the pizza table. "Oh. No. I meant don't ask about the .." She pointed at her poor excuse for clothing. "Pepperoni is ---" Aha! It was. She grabbed a plate and a slice. "This! With the little round meat thingies."

"Ah," Firekeeper nodded. "It is not bad. Not too much spices."

"I like it better than the sausage," Francine agreed, picking off a stray piece of that and holding it out to see if Blind Seer was interested. "My mom makes good smoked sausage, but the pizza kind is sort of gross."

Cooked meat was still meat, so of course he was.

"As long as there is not too much things added to change the flavor, I is not minding," Firekeeper said with a shrug.

"Have you tried the pineapple?" Francine asked, pointing to the Hawaiian pizza. "It seems like it should be weird 'cause it's fruit, but it's actually really good."

"Fruit and meat?" Firekeeper asked, casting it a dubious look.

"It's ham," Francine said, nodding. "Lots of people cook it with pineapple when it's not on a pizza too."

"I have not seen this before," Firekeeper replied, still dubious. But reaching for a slice anyway.

"S'good," Francine insisted, grabbing a slice herself, since she'd disposed of the pepperoni rather efficiently. "Kind of sweet and salty at the same time."

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