Third Floor Common Room - Tuesday afternoon - 1/27

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

Contrary to what radio might have expected, there were no bacon cookies in the common room.

Instead, Liir had the television on *gasp* and was enjoying a fresh-made sandwich. He wasn't in the mood for cooking today, oddly enough, but he was in the mood to watch other people cooking.

Hence the Iron Chef.

Makejoy on his lap, lemonade and chicken parm on the coffee table, he was quite settled in for a relatively relaxed afternoon.

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[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah waved back and mouthed, 'Liir! Hi!' Then shrugged at the window-opening gesture, leaning closer to the glass. "We're rapelling!" She shouted, pointing upward.

Twist, and swiiiiing, and yay! Okay, she'd get the hang of this again in a second....

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

That got a very slow nod.

He'd fly, thanks.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

If she could, she would too, but hey. Next best thing!

Dinah waved cheerfully to him, and readjusted a strap, bumping a shoulder into the window and swearing under her breath.

Yup. One more minute. She'd have it.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He reached out meaninglessly, concerned for her a little before putting his hands at his side. Then he nodded to the couch.

She was welcome in when she was done.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah caught the nod, spun around, and grinned. 'Later!' she mouthed, waving to him, and then dropping out of sight like a rock, on her way down to second.

There might have been giggling.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He ran to the window to watch.