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4th Floor Common Room [Wednesday, Afternoon]

On entering the common room today, people would get to to see a rare sight. Angela was in a kitchen. Making food, no less.

Well, making milkshake, to be more specific. Mostly because it was easy. Blender, ice cream, milk, banana, chocolate powder... possibly a splash of something alcoholic, but she's not telling. What? It fills the free time and stops her from getting bored or thinking about the number of people leaving. Can't go wrong with that!

This is about as close to culinary as she gets. Be appropriately impressed.

[[Ooooopen, as common rooms are!]]

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Angela nodded, clipping the top down firmly. "Well, if it does end badly, I know who's going to be helping me get clean," she said, sending a grin his way. Always a bright side, see!

"Ooooh." Now he kind of wanted that thing to bust open and make a mess. He even took the chance of peering over the back of the couch to watch. "Good luck!"

She held up crossed fingers, took a careful step back, just in case, and leaned over to flick it on.

And would you look at that? It didn't explode! Well, not yet, anyway, and Angela gave a triumphant grin.

"I guess the next hope is that it's good," he said, keeping up with the peeking. "All that work for it to taste like socks would suck."

"Please, if there's one thing I can actually do in a kitchen, it's make tasty drink concoctions," Angela told him, venturing closer again to switch it off.

"What do you think girls do at sleepovers when they run out of hair to braid and nails to paint?" Or maybe that was just her sleepovers. Who knows.

"Gossip," he said easily, flopping back onto the couch. "Make out?"

"Sometimes," to the first question, "and not usually. As much as you might like to think it," Angela told him, smirking as she tried a bit of the milkshake from the edge off her finger.

"Really, girls don't like practice kissing with each other?" he asked. He was sure he'd seen that on a movie.

Angela shook her head, still looking amused. "We save that for spin the bottle," she said. "And there's usually boys around for that."

"Aww, spin the bottle," he said and sighed. "I remember those days. I always had such good luck with that game."

"Did you cheat?" She had to ask, grinning as she poured out a couple of glasses.

"No," he scoffed. "I didn't have to. The girls all wanted to kiss me and I was more than willing to be helpful in that respect. And there's no way to cheat at spin the bottle. Not without getting caught, at least."

"I think it depends how good you get at judging how hard to spin to get what you want," Angela decided.

"Not that I ever tried that," she felt the need to add as she made her way over.

"I wanted to kiss everyone," he said, shrugging as best he could when he was sprawled out. "So, it didn't really matter. I was a little player when I was young."

Angela snickered, and gestured for him to budge over and mimed pouring milkshake on him if he didn't. Look at her, all illustrative.

"Some of us are a little more selective."

"Some of us just like kissing," he said, shifting a little to prop his feet up on the table so she could sit down.

"Uh huh. You little slut, you," she said as she sat, smiling while she did it. Like she could really talk when it came to that.

"It does not taste like feet," she informed him, offering a glass of milkshake.

"Did you seriously just call me a little slut?" he asked, staring for a moment before laughing. "Really, Angela?"

He took the glass and laughed again.

"I was open. It's called being open."

"I say it in the most affectionate sense possible," she said, smelling her milkshake a moment, (because yum, no other reason, thank you) before sipping some.

"I am not a little slut," he declared, watching to make sure she didn't keel over from drinking the milkshake. "Did you put health gunk in here?"

"It's a milkshake," she pointed out. "There's nothing healthy about it."

Okay, there was one banana in there, because they seemed to be weirdly abundant this week. But she figured that was probably balanced out by the ice cream and the cocoa powder and the vodka.

"I've seen healthy smoothies," he said and took a tentative sip. It wasn't bad. "With those fat burner things in there and if you really think that about me, you should just say it instead of putting it in my drink."

"Trust me when I say, this is not going to help you lose weight," Angela said, laughing. "The opposite, if anything."

And it would be worth it, as far as she was concerned.

"Pfft, I can run this off later," he said and took another sip. "Benefits of a high metabolism. Might not even affect me."

"Well, I won't be doing that." Running was something to save for special occasions, like when there was someone chasing her, or she was really just that frustrated.

"I can start thinking about bikini season tomorrow." Or not, since she was pretty happy just how she was, and she doubted one milkshake was going to change that.

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