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4th Floor Common Room - Wednesday Evening
Rose had a box of donut holes and some coffee on the table in front of her. Some of the donuts smelled like maple syrup, but they tasted good which was all that really mattered.
The TV was already on when she came into the Common Room, and Rose didn't change the channel from The Mountie Show quite yet. The Mountie was cute, after all, and if he would just wise up and kiss his partner, maybe he'd relax a little. But if he didn't, at least he looked really good in that red uniform.
She lounged comfortably on the couch, typing an email with half her attention and watching the Mounties with the other half. Weeks without classes were seriously nice.
[HAPPY CANADA DAY! I want Timmy Ho's.]
The TV was already on when she came into the Common Room, and Rose didn't change the channel from The Mountie Show quite yet. The Mountie was cute, after all, and if he would just wise up and kiss his partner, maybe he'd relax a little. But if he didn't, at least he looked really good in that red uniform.
She lounged comfortably on the couch, typing an email with half her attention and watching the Mounties with the other half. Weeks without classes were seriously nice.
[HAPPY CANADA DAY! I want Timmy Ho's.]

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Hey there was someone. "Hi Rose. Did you go on the trip to Arvis?"
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"Good evening," he greeted when he walked into the room. "What smells like syrup?"
They did have syrup in the galaxy far, far away. Just not maple syrup.
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They had swords MADE OF LIGHT, after all, mixing donuts and syrup should have been simple. He tried it. And then he gave a satisfied smile. "It's not bad."
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It was how he dealt.
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"Thanks," he said. "Sorry. My mouth was full there."
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"I'm gonna get funny looks if I say yes, aren't I?" he said. Most people could tell when he was lying, here.
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"Ihhh ihhh ohhhviouhhh?" he mumbled through the Cheetos.
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