Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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No power meant no TV and no Darkest Night tonight, which was a shame, since this week's episode had a whole lot of Lee Nicholas. Tony was in the common room anyway, looking for entertainment. The candles had enough light to read by, but he wasn't that bored yet.

He ended up looking in the kitchen cabinets for snack food. Popcorn sounded good, but he was pretty sure if he tried to pop it over the fire, the paper bag would just burn up.

Marshmallows! There was a bag of them on one of the lower shelves. Tony found a long knife to use as a stick and settled down by the fire to roast marshmallows. He was bundled in his winter coat and scarf. Sure, he was Canadian and used to the cold but that didn't mean he liked it.


[Open! With marshmallows!]

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[thatsamilkshake]

Francine's eyes widened. "Weeks?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"I'm kidding." Dinah thought about it, taking one of the containers. "I think I'm kidding? Could that happen here, do you think?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"God, I hope not!" Francine shuddered. "But not eating cookies is just...wrong. If it keeps up, we'll just have to learn how to...bake in the fireplace or something."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"It could be fun?" Dinah sat down with one of the containers, head tilted in consideration. "I guess we'd need pans and... Uh. Hand egg-beaters or something?" She grinned. "I don't cook much. Unlike your mom, I'm guessing."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine's head bobbed. "What clued you in? The fact that I brought back enough Christmas goodies to feed greater Toledo?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah snickered back, and popped open one container. "Mmmmm. Does she think they don't feed you here? Not that I'm complaining! I feel like I should send her a thank-you note."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Mom... has food issues. Like 'watch your diet, here have some cream puffs' issues." There was a quote about motes and eyes and planks that a more religiously-inclined person might direct Francine towards, but luckily for her future therapists, nobody had.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Hunh! Okaaaay." Dinah gave Francine a befuddled look. "They are yummy, though. And I'll eat any you don't want, I promise. I kind of work out a lot."

'Kind of' being the total lie in that sentence.

[thatsamilkshake]

"I kind of..." Francine chomped on a cookie, and admitted, "am aware that I won't actually die if I exercise?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah looked Francine over, biting her lip. Francine's size didn't look like a problem to her, but she was kind of ... soft-looking. "Do you like any sports? At all? I got into working out so I could beat people up if I had to." She grinned unrepentantly.

[thatsamilkshake]

"Not really," Francine said, shaking her head. "I got the award for most self-induced gym-class injuries at my old school."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah choked on a laugh, then grinned in sympathy. "Yeah? Not your thing, hunh?" She bit into another cookie, and then asked, "So what do you like? What's your fave thing here? You've been here longer than me."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine shrugged, then grinned. "Boywatching? It's a spectator sport."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah chortled, turning red. "It so is. At least around here. Mr. Dex. Mr. Algren. Priestly. Lots and lots of others...."

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine might have looked a little wistful at that last name, but she wasn't by nature a moper, so a grin wasn't far behind. "You missed Mr. Bond. Mmmm. English accent."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Ooooo. I'm all for that." Dinah might have snuck a look at Merlin there. "Is he still teaching here? And Turtle was telling me all about Mr. Petrelli."

[thatsamilkshake]

"Not this semester," Francine said. "I hope he's coming back, though."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Coooool." Dinah grabbed another cookie to nibble on, and asked, "How much do people get into the Valentine's Day dance, here? Because that's coming up, isn't it?"

And she didn't want to go stag. Not at all.

[thatsamilkshake]

Francine's lips pursed up thoughtfully. "I don't know. I wasn't here last spring. I came for summer camp."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Mmmm." More nibbling, and Dinah sighed. "Might just skip it. Find some Goth and emo music and do something really totally different and forget stupid Valentine's Day." And stupid Matt. "So you've been here almost a whole year?"

[thatsamilkshake]

"Hmm. Half a year?" Francine said. "Since May. Oh wow, that is almost a year."