3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Evening

[kestrelswolf.livejournal.com]

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.

[ooc: open like a CR!]

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[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Penelope blinked. Anything that small wouldn't cover much of anything. "What's a wedgie?"

[lovemykilt]

"When your underwear rides up into your ass crack."

Ah, Priestly, ever the gentlemanly smooth talker.

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Her brows shot upwards. "Oh."

Ew.

Penelope shifted, all too aware of how her undies felt just now.

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, I tell yah, I'm open to a lot of new things, but I have no idea how you girls put up with panties. Don't they jut do the same thing?"

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"I've... never had a problem," she said, feeling the need to fan herself. She didn't ever ever ever talk about panties. Not with her mother, not with anyone.

This was insane.

"I usually wear tights and they help, um, keep my... panties in place."

[lovemykilt]

"Tights." Priestly nodded. "I'll have to remember that."

Not that he was planning on running around in girls' underwear. But around here, apparently, one never knew.

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

Penelope grinned. "I can hardly picture you in tights."

[lovemykilt]

"That is because you haven't seen me in my kilt."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"You where a kilt? But you're not from Scotland, are you?"

Because the two went hand in hand to her.

[lovemykilt]

"No, I'm from California."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"And people from California wear kilts?" she asked, finding this fascinating.

[lovemykilt]

"Not, like, traditionally. . . ."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"Just because you like them?"

[lovemykilt]

"Exactly!"

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

She smiled. "Priestly? Will you help me with my hair soon?"

[lovemykilt]

"Sure thing. I've got the stuff in my room. Stop by anytime."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"I should like to pay you for the use of your stuff, if you'll allow it."

[lovemykilt]

"I'm not taking your money. Consider it karma."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"How's that?" she asked, grinning a little.

[lovemykilt]

"You've never heard of karma?"

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"It's a nice word, but not really, no." It was never mentioned in any of the books she's ever read.

[lovemykilt]

"Oh man. It's like . . ." How to describe it? "Like, what you do, comes back to you. You do something crappy, and crappy things happen. You do something good, and good things happen."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I see. So if you do my hair for me, then something good will come of it?"

[lovemykilt]

"Exactly."

[bad-nose-job.livejournal.com]

"But I should do something nice for you then," she decided.