3rd Floor Common Room [Tuesday, Late Morning]

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy... was not generally a morning person, by any stretch of the imagination. Not unless she hadn't yet been to bed.

So it was mid-morning at least on a day she didn't have a workshop to think about, before she surfaced enough to pull on some clothes and bothered to find something to eat: toast. Well, toast and tea. A master chef in the making, this one.

The TV was on, for all she claimed she hated that sort of thing. She was watching for the mocking potential of their little dramas. That was all.

[[bored bored, and so open!]]

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[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"And you never shared that with me?" he asked, affecting mock shock. "That's hurtful."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'll bear your delicate feelings in mind next time," she promised. "Didn't realise you liked to know my whole schedule."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Knowledge is power," he answered and if she was up cooking, he was going to take up space on that couch. It was familiar, after all. "Also, I could have come bothered you when I couldn't sleep. Entertainment for me."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy rolled her eyes and prodded at the toaster to make it spit out her damn toast.

"Now I know why I never told you before." Apart from the fact it just wasn't true.

And hey look, that toast of hers wasn't even too burnt. "You want something?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"What've you got?" he wondered, peeking out from the sprawled position on the couch to see what she was doing. "Anything gourmet?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Toast, marmalade and tea," she answered. So no, not so much gourmet.

"You want gourmet before midday, you're doing it yourself." He was lucky she'd offered at all.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

And he was surprised she'd offer. "If you've got extra toast, I can take it off off your hands. No tea, though. Ew."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Uncultured American," she said, shaking her head.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Tea is hot water with dirt in it," he decided, flopping back down on the couch and stretching. "Smart American."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy shook her head, added milk to her tea and tossed that toast onto a plate.

"Oxymoron." Kidding, she was kidding, and shot him a grin to prove it.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You wish," he snorted. "The high level of intelligence I display by not drinking tea should clue you in that that word doesn't apply to me."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I'll bear it in mind," she told him, wandering over and trying to use a foot to get him to stop taking over the sofa quite so excessively.

She was balancing a plate and tea between her hands, her foot worked about as well as anything else.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Why don't you just ask?" he wondered, snickering in amusement and resisting that attempt to move him for the moment. "It might work better than trying to force me when I'm stronger than you."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"This isn't forcing," she pointed out. "Called encouragement."

Normal person might've just moved up for her.

Then again, she knew who she was dealing with, and probably should've known he wouldn't make it easy.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"This is encouragement?" he asked, still amused. "Really? You've got small feet."

That had nothing to do with anything except the fact that yes, he liked to make things hard. She'd do the same thing in his position, he was confident of that.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"You're going to get yours sat on if you don't move them."

And she liked her small feet, thanks. You only get something tattooed when you don't mind people's eyes getting drawn to it occasionally.

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"That's not very nice encouragement," he said, just seeing how far he could push for the moment. "You could hurt my feelings."

The feelings that he was convinced he didn't have.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Doing that a lot today," Effy noted. Pretty sure that sitting on his feet wasn't really going to hurt him in any way.

"And I started perfectly nicely." Not polite and full of 'pretty pleases', but nice enough. She was bringing him food!

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"You poked me with your tiny foot," he said but tried for a weak compromise and moved one foot. See, he could follow encouragement. "That's more physical forcefulness."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Nudging is not physical forcefulness," she claimed, making the most of that little bit of movement to claim some space.

Small bit of space was better than no space. She'd work on that in a minute.

"You want toast or not?"

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"I do," he confirmed with a nod. "Effy made toast? Of course I do. Once in a lifetime opportunity."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy offered him the plate with a roll of her eyes. "It's not that rare."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

He snagged a piece and even nodded his thanks. "First for me. You make food back home or something? Because I wasn't there, you know. Thus, rare."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Sometimes." Ineptly. But... she tried. "Have to eat from time to time."

[fratboybitch.livejournal.com]

"Takeout," he answered and took a bite of the toast. "And tuna. That's what I got back home for the most part. Jealous, aren't you?"