Third Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

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.


[oooooopen common room!]

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[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"...dude, he says I bother him?" Hurley said. That was... disheartening.

[bitchprince]

"According to the squirrel notes, you keep wandering in at the wrong time," he said, dryly. "I'm sure it's nothing."

Merlin had this habit of hugging trees on occasion. And other things. Beyond people who were actually dicks (being, for example, Leto Atreides the Second), Arthur had a hard time picturing him actually hating anyone.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Oh," Hurley said. "Yeah. You had me worried for a second, dude. "

[bitchprince]

"Not to worry," Arthur said, magnanimously. "So. Pancakes. 'Dude.'"

He was trying to make conversation, for once. Hurley was losing him on the 'dude's.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, pretty good, huh?" Hurley said. "Claire did a really good job. But I guess, like, a mind reader would know what people want."

[bitchprince]

Well, the quality of the food was debatable, but Arthur wasn't going to bring that up. "...Claire's a mindreader?" he asked, momentarily confused.

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, dude, she didn't tell you?" Hurley said.

[bitchprince]

"No," he said, raising an eyebrow at the rotund boy, "She didn't."

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Cause that's totally what she told me," Hurley said. "Maybe she didn't want you to worry or anything."

[bitchprince]

"Did she, now."

Having experienced several minutes of Hurley, Arthur was actually not sure whether to believe him, or chalk it up to some kind of mental affliction.

On one hand, it was Fandom. On the other... "When did she tell you?"

[likes-chicken.livejournal.com]

"Like, when we first met," Hurley said. "It's how she knew my name without me saying and stuff."

At least, that's how he remembered it.

[bitchprince]

There was a slight pause.

"Are you sure," he said, finally, "That nobody merely pointed you out to her? What else did she say?"

He could buy these things when Dinah was throwing something across the room or when about a thousand stupid coincidences about his manservant came together. And he probably would have bought this one on the spot if it wasn't for Hurley's constant abuse of the word 'dude'.

Whatever the hell that meant.