3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

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Firekeeper was hungry, but not a "going out to hunt in the preserve" kind of hungry. So instead she and Blind Seer were in the common room kitchen.

Currently, she was frowning at a bag of microwave popcorn, wishing she could remember how long it was supposed to cook for. Or for the fireplace from when the power had been out to suddenly reappear.

Blind Seer had somehow managed to get the fridge open, despite a distinct lack of opposable thumbs, and was currently nosing through it for something good.

[open like a CR!]

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[thatsamilkshake]

Francine wasn't ever "going out to hunt in the preserve" kind of hungry. She wouldn't know what to do with anything huntable she found in the preserve anyway, besides pet it or run from it.

She was frequently "going out to hunt in the common rooms" hungry, though. Also it's entirely possible her ability to detect snacks was so sensitive that she could smell microwave popcorn before it was actually microwaved.

"Ooh, popcorn!" she said, heading over to the kitchen area.

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A look of relief replaced the confusion on the wolf-girl's face as Francine approached. "You make," she demanded, thrusting the bag of popcorn in Francine's direction.

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Francine took it a little bemusedly. "Okay. It's not hard, though." She opened the microwave door and put the bag in. "That says THIS SIDE UP," she said, pointing to the letters that she knew Firekeeper couldn't actually read, but, well. They were big and black and said THIS SIDE UP.

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"But am not knowing how long it is going in for," Firekeeper grumbled. She had a handle on the symbols used for numbers by now- a feat in and of itself considering that at this point last year her concept of counting was limited to "one, two, many"- but when they insisted on being written as words, well. It just got confusing.

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"It kind of depends," Francine said, shutting the door and studying the buttons. "Usually I set it for about three minutes, but you have to listen for the popping to slow down and take it out before it burns."

She pointed to one particular button. "Or you could just press the one that says popcorn and hope for the best. It's never right, though."

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Katchoo was hungry too, and passed by Firekeeper with a grunt as she headed for the fridge in search of food she'd stashed in this common room (she thought it was this common room, anyway) last week sometime.

Or maybe it was the week before?

Well.

Whenever it had been, it was long enough to go bad.

"Oh, sick," she grumbled, staring into the Ching Tai carton.

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Francine peered over her shoulder. "Oh, ew."

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"It's evil in a box, Francie," said Katchoo morosely. "Also, hi."

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"Hi." Francine made a face at the container. "It looks like it might try to escape and come after us."

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"If it tries to eat you, I'll . . . wrestle it to the floor or something," Katchoo assured her. "Doubt it, but it's more likely than me eating it. Bleh."

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Yeah, the smell was enough to make Firekeeper actually growl at it. "What," she demanded, "is that?"

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"An excuse to use this icon. In a past life? Chow mein." Katchoo squinted into the carton for as long as she could stand. The growling? Didn't phase her at all. What? She did it too. Sort of. "At least I think it was chow mein . . . kind of hard to tell around all the fuzzy little . . . gah."

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"Food should only have fur when it is alive," Firekeeper declared.

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"Unless it's fish. Then you've got bigger problems," Katchoo answered.

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Kaylee came bounding into the room, about five times too excited to be there, as usual. "Hi Blysse! How are you guys? Are you makin' that?" She pointed to the popcorn.

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"Oh God," Katchoo said immediately, "Who gave you sugar?"

That whole first impressions thing? Really kind of irrelevant to her.

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"No one!" Kaylee declared cheerily. "I'm just like this natural, but you'd be surprised how much people think I just eat sugar or only drink coffee all day long, but no one really ever offers me coffee an' actually if I eat sugar I get really really hyper an' talk super-fast an' then I go to sleep like that." She snapped her fingers. "Also, hi! I dunno if I ever met you before, but my name's Kaylee! What's yours?"

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If Katchoo had been a manga figure, she'd have had a little black squiggle over her head by now. "Katina," she said, deliberately putting a little extra rasp into her voice. "And I'm allergic to happiness."

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"I didn't know people could be allergic to bein' happy!" Kaylee said, wide-eyed and horrified. "Oh, you poor thing! What happens? D'you get rashes if you laugh?"

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"Am being good," Firekeeper replied. "Francine is making. I try but cannot remember the number of minutes," she made a face.

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"I never tried t'make that," she admitted. "'Cause the microwave kinda confuses me. So primitive."

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Firekeeper couldn't help but make a face at that last word. Mostly because a good chunk of the time she heard it, it was busy being applied to her. "It confuse me too, because we is not having electric things where I am being from."

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Francine waved. "I never thought I'd ever have to give a lesson on how to make microwave popcorn." She sucked on her lower lip, adding, "It's more complicated than you'd think!"

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"I ain't never done it myself," Kaylee admitted, bouncing on her toes. "It looks real burnable!"

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"It smells real burnable, if you leave it in too long," Francine said, making a face. "You can tell somebody's burned popcorn from like, two floors away, sometimes."