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Third Floor Common Room - Sunday Evening [SLEEPOVER!]

Last night, Joan had the scary dream about koala bears in hats. She decided that tonight, she was gonna stay up ALL night and watch TV in the big room with the big fridge that had lots of ice cream.

She dragged her blanket, pillow and stuffed kitten to the common room and turned on the TV. She would love to have some company.

[Open! I thought a weetiny sleepover leading to big people waking up could be fun. Plus I haven't gotten to play much :D]

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"Dean's bigger!" Peter pointed out.

"Do you know where he is?" Joan asked.

"No," Peter admitted, looking woeful.

"Too bad."

Joan pouted and was quiet for a few moments.

"Bet there's candy in here somewhere."

"Candy's good!" Peter said. "We could have candy!"

Joan jumped up and dropped her stuffed kitten.

"Let's look!"

"Your kitty!" Peter said. He went to pick the kitty up and hug it.

"Sorry, kitty!" Joan said, petting its head. "I got soooo essited about the candy."

"I could hug it while you look," Peter suggested, ever-helpful.

"You're the bestest, Peter!"

Because that was an excellent solution.

Joan started opening drawers and cabinets looking for candy.

She hit the jackpot and hauled a huge bag over to where Peter was sitting.

"LOOK!"

"YAY!!!!!" Peter cheered. He held up the kitty. "Does she get any?"

"Sure!" Joan said. "But no chocolate cause that's messy."

"No chocolate," Peter said, nodding solemnly. "Dogs can't have chocolate either. We'll have to eat it for them."

"Yup! More for us," Joan agreed.

"What kind of candy do you want?"

Peter gave this a great deal of serious thought. "All the kinds?"

"Okay! Just don't get the kitty dirty," Joan said. "My mommy says he'll fall apart if she hasta put him in the washin' machine."

"Kitty could have a napkin!" Peter said.

"That's SMART!" Joan said, rather impressed.

Peter beamed. "I wanna be like Nathan when I grow up!"

"You'll prolly be SMARTER than Nathan," Joan decided.

Peter looked at her with awe. "Nobody's smarter than Nathan."

"The PRESIDENT is prolly smarter," Joan argued. ~~Clearly she had watched season three.~~

"Nathan's gonna be president some day," Peter said, proudly.

"Can I come play at the White House with you?" Joan asked.

"Sure!" Peter said. "We could play hide and seek!"

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