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fandomhighdorms2009-09-05 02:01 pm
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Late morning - 4th floor common room
After a week at Fandom, Beka missed the Lower City still. She missed the sounds and the movements, she missed her jobs and she missed having breakfast every morning with her friends. Twas a good way to start the day and she imagined by now they'd all be gathered in the Dancing Dove, sharing tales of their day. So when she went to buy breakfast that morning, she'd bought more than she'd ever eat on her own. Fandom might be different, but people still had to eat and mayhap it could be one habit she'd not have to give up here.
She emptied the bag with pastries on the table, gathered some of the drinks of the cooling cupboard in the kitchen and fed Pounce. She'd selected a pastry with apples from the pile and turned on the television.
What's this? Pounce sounded offended and Beka glanced over her shoulder. Her cat was backing away from the plate of food she'd given him.
"Catfood," she said. "They make it specially for cats."
To poison them? Pounce demanded, turning his nose up at the food.
"No!" The package had said every cat would love it. The sarden thing had cost enough for it too.
I'm not eating that, Pounce announced.
Beka sighed and headed back in the kitchen. She'd seen some meat in there. "Most cats just eat milk and bread," she threatened Pounce. The cat didn't respond, he was zapping between channels on television.
[Open, of course. Beka talking to her cat is fine for radio, the cat talking back not so much.]
She emptied the bag with pastries on the table, gathered some of the drinks of the cooling cupboard in the kitchen and fed Pounce. She'd selected a pastry with apples from the pile and turned on the television.
What's this? Pounce sounded offended and Beka glanced over her shoulder. Her cat was backing away from the plate of food she'd given him.
"Catfood," she said. "They make it specially for cats."
To poison them? Pounce demanded, turning his nose up at the food.
"No!" The package had said every cat would love it. The sarden thing had cost enough for it too.
I'm not eating that, Pounce announced.
Beka sighed and headed back in the kitchen. She'd seen some meat in there. "Most cats just eat milk and bread," she threatened Pounce. The cat didn't respond, he was zapping between channels on television.
[Open, of course. Beka talking to her cat is fine for radio, the cat talking back not so much.]
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He paused, looked down.
"Or my pockets."
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