Third Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning

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Claire was still in an excellent mood after her conversation with Jon last night. She decided to pass on the trip into the city and instead headed for the common room to make breakfast in an effort to meet some new people.

Anyone making their way past the room would be welcome to enjoy some pancakes with blueberry topping, strawberry topping and/or whipped cream. Because, yes, Claire was kind of a dork and went the red, white and blue route.

There was an appropriate holiday movie on the television.


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Claire nodded. "Yup. On the 4th of July in 1776, the Declaration of Independence was signed."

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"Well."

Arthur tried to cough up an appropriate response to that. "Congratulations on the victory."

He chopped at the pancake with a fork, took a bite, and... abruptly reached for the blueberry topping, having just made a face.

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That... was not a face someone wanted to see after someone else ate something they cooked.

Claire frowned. "What's wrong?"

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"Absolutely nothing," Arthur assured her, belatedly reminded of Guinevere for some reason (oh, right. The bit about being polite and eating what people who worked really hard to make that food made), squeezed only a civilized amount of blueberry gook on it, and took another bite.

"It's very good," he assured her, as sincerely as he could (which was fairly so). ...Moreso with the blueberry.

Arthur was kind of a picky eater.

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"Are you sure?" Claire asked. Because now she was a little bit paranoid that she had messed up the recipe or something.

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"I'm sure," he repeated, managing to seperate another bite out of good faith. "It's kind of you to share the food."

Guinevere would be so, so proud.

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Claire wasn't sure she believed him, but she let it go for now. "I didn't make it to the picnic yesterday, so I figured this was a nice way to try to meet some new people."

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"The smell of food does seem to attract them," he offered, dutifully making his way through the pancake. "At least across the past few months, that I've noticed." A pause. "I'm Arthur Pendragon."

He was fairly sure he hadn't spoken to her before; if he had, well, it'd slipped his mind.

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Oh, right. They hadn't officially met, even though Claire had heard rather a lot about him.

"Right, I knew that actually. I'm Claire Butler, Dinah's roommate and Leto's little?"

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Well, if that didn't put him squarely in the middle of no doubt untruthful gossip.

"Claire," Arthur repeated, "Think I might've read about you on the radio."

And that was the end of the pancake.

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"I'm sure you have," Claire said. "I've listened to your broadcasts."

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He nodded, thoughtfully. "Lord Leto's informed you well?" he checked.

Sometimes, he still feinted to 'too formal for his own good', but at least he meant it.

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"Yep, he's been a good big," Claire said. "And I got lucky with having a roommate who wasn't totally new. Dinah's been a big help with getting adjusted to life in Fandom."

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"She's well-acquainted with most of what goes on," he said. That... better not make its way back to Dinah, mind. "But she's very... excitable."

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"She's... enthusiastic," she said. That was a nice way to describe Dinah's hyperactivity.

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It was very diplomatic of her. "That's a good way of putting it," he replied. "I trust you're dealing with the enthusiasm well."

Read: It hadn't killed her in the middle of the night et, or anything.

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"Oh, of course," Claire said. "Dinah's a lot of fun."