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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[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"M'face is popular, I s'pose," George said, tilting his head. "Another lass though I was her brother. 'M sorry i'm not your friend."

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

"It's okay," Claire said, offering a more genuine smile. "I'm Claire. It's nice to meet you."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Nice t'meet you as well," he said, smiling back. "I hear yer th'one who's been makin' th' good smellin' cakes?"

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

"That would be me," Claire said. "Let me get you some. Where are you from, George?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Th' Lower City," he said instantly before remembering. "Tortall. They tell me tis another world."

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

Claire nodded. "I've never heard of it, so it probably is. What brings you to Fandom?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

He sighed heavily. "Me mam wanted me t'get some more schoolin' than the temples give. I dunno how she found out about this place, but here I am. And ye, lass? Yer from this world then?"

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I grew up in Texas," she explained. "It's not exactly close to here, but it's in this country."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

George nodded. Because that made just about as much sense as Bobby's New York clarification. "What's it like in Texas?"

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

"Hot. Dry. Big."

Those were the three words that immediately came to mind. "What's Tortall like?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

He snickered at her description. "I dunno what all of it's like. I grew up in the Lower City- never really left it."

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

"Okay, well, what's the Lower City like?" she asked.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Crowded," George said immediately. He thought of his description to Fiona, and this mornin' thinkin' of it that hard almost made him homesick. "Lots o' people bustlin' here and there. Farmers and merchants all dressed up to come t'town and then losin' all their valuables. Lasses on the street selling flowers and pastries and -" that wasn't somethin' to talk about right now. "Boys runnin' on errands."

He shrugged. "Everyone's poor and tryin' to feed themselves."

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

"You shouldn't need to worry about feeding yourself around here," Claire assured him. "There are always people cooking in the common rooms. And there's a cafeteria."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Thank you, lass," George said easily. He hadn't worried since he'd started running under the Rogue, but she didn't know that, and she was bein' kind. "Do ye take turns cookin' or jus' catch as catch can?"

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"People generally cook when they feel like it," Claire said. "And if there isn't anyone on this floor, check the others."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

He laughed. "I already traveled up a floor t'come here. Was hopin' no one noticed and threw me out."

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Claire grinned. "No one will kick you out of any of the common rooms."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Now I'll be takin' ye at yer word, lass," George teased. "An' get thrown out for bein' obnoxious in one."

[wantstocheer.livejournal.com]

"You could just not be obnoxious," she suggested teasingly. "Do you want more pancakes?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"Aww, where's th' fun in that then?" he laughed. "An' yes please, if you have enough."

His mother would be proud of the please.

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"I've got plenty," she assured him, filling another plate and handing it to him.