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Fourth Floor Common Room: Wednesday Morning

Jamie woke up this morning feeling more hungry than usual. Almost ravenous.

And he wanted pancakes. And Pie. But he also didn't want to wait to go to down or go out for ingredients so he used what he had on hand.

Which is why a certain (and now almost empty) bag of flour was used that had a certain teacher's signature on it.

Not that Jamie cared of course, because now there were pancakes and pecan pie. Lots of them. And because he wanted to eat them as soon as they were made there were six Jamies eating the pie and pancakes as soon as they were ready.

With a disturbing lack of table manners.

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"S'okay." Priestly tilted his head back and proceeded to pour some syrup directly into his mouth. "You're in Sex Ed, aren't you? You look familiar."

"Yep," Jamie said. "I'd be the one that Mr. Rogers shoots a lot of glares at."

He smirked. "It's because I'm his favorite student. Really."

He gestured at the bag of flour.

"Have I introduced my son?"

Priestly looked at the bag of flour.

It took him a few moments.

"Dude," he said, faintly amused. "That is so wrong."

"But so tasty," Jamie replied. with a smirk.

"True." Priestly blinked, something occurring to him. "I have met you. You're the crazy guy singing about freeing the deserts!"

"Thaaaat's right," Jamie said. "I was trying to start a shirtless revolution."

The volume on L'Internationale in Priestly's head got turned up. "Funny. I can't see any frost bite scars. . . ."

"I grew up in Kansas. That weather that day was just spring for me," Jamie smirked.

". . . Half this school is from Kansas, isn't it." And the other half was from Japan by way of Britain or something.

He shook his head.

"So, any other revolutions on the horizon?"

"Well if Mr. Rogers wouldn't kick my ass we could usurp class and show more interesting films," Jamie grinned.

"You're not gonna revolutionize because you're afraid of getting your ass kicked?" That seemed wrong to Priestly.

He started whistling softly as he set the bottle of syrup to conquer the whipped cream. "This is the final struggle, Let us group together, and tomorrow, The Internationale, Will be the human race. . . ."

"Mr. Rogers can do some serious ass kicking," Jamie replied. "I'd prefer to keep my coup attempts to those wh wouldn't be able to kill me."

"He's a teacher. I'm pretty sure killing students is, like . . . frowned upon."

"Oh he wouldn't kill me," Jamie replied. "But he could make life difficult."

"You're missing the spirit of true revolution here, dude."

"Yeah, but I only fight the battles I can win. Or at least spectacularly fail at," he smirked.

"But, come on. We could tell 'im we're reenacting the sexual revolution."

"... This is probably going to involve me showing up to class naked and wearing a wig like George Washington, isn't it?"

Better Jamie than Priestly. "Sounds edgy. I like it."

"And who will you be showing up as?"

Jamie so wasn't doing this alone.

"How 'bout Margaret Mead?" Hell, half the school already thought Priestly dressed in drag, anyway.

"How are you going to pull that off naked?"

"Now, now, everyone knows that girls are actually more enticing if they're wearing just enough, not totally naked."

Just look at Victoria's Secret, after all.

"... And you have an outfit ready to go?"

"I could get one pretty easily."

After all, he was dating Claudia, now.

Did two dates count as "dating"?

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