Third floor common room, Tuesday night

[solo_sword]

Jaina seemed to be making it into the common rooms more often lately for some reason. Today it was because sitting in her room and trying to get work done had gotten boring, and she needed a change of scenery. So she'd brought her datapad with her and curled up in a chair, because she was a fun workaholic that way. She'd ordered pizza, but it was still sitting on the table untouched, and she'd left a random Spanish channel on for noise.

Sometimes you got bored hearing the same language all the time. Don't judge.


[SO. BORED.]

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[solo_sword]

Jaina's eyebrows raised. "You're just collecting languages at this point, aren't you?"

She had a Threepio for that sort of thing.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"I'm working on Italian, next."

Someone should really tell Chad that knowing Armani, Gucci, and Versage did not count as knowing Italian.

[solo_sword]

It was bad for her to start asking people questions like she was trying to get to know them. She did it anyway. "So what's with the interest? A lot of travel? Or you just like to sound impressive at parties?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"I've known three practically all my life," Chad explained. "Japanese, Spanish, and English; it was important to learn them all, my parents and, later, my abuello told me. The French just seemed something cool to learn, and by then..."

He trailed off, shrugging his massive shoulders (and surprisingly managing not to dislodge Prince Oscar Pedro from them) as if to say why not?

[solo_sword]

The cat's staying power impressed her. "And then you got to be impressive at parties," she finished.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"I never thought of it like that," Chad admitted. "That's good, though. I'll need to be."

And Chad wasn't stupid; he knew that, once the height gimmick got old, impressive was a little difficult for him.