Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Evening [ 09/14 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Clearly, someone getting his old job back at the diner had been cause for inspiration, as Cal was in the kitchen of the fourth floor common room, flipping burgers. Not just any burgers. Awesome feta cheese burgers.

The fact that the new Rumor Girl was on the TV and he was paying more attention to the TV than the burgers was merely coincidence.

Really.


[[ holy crap, I almost forgot and got home just in time, huzzah. Open common room is open. And common, as I almost typed instead of open. But SP warning. As I am lamesauce. ]]

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[onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com]

"Starvin' a girl to make her bnd to your will ain't rough?" Hayley said.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"I said I'd catch you, didn't I?"

Such a romantic, Cal.

[onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com]

"...okay!"

Such a masochist, Hayley.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

Cal snorted a little at that. "But I'm feeling generous anyway. You do like feta, right?"

[onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com]

"...what?" Hayley said, unfamiliar with feta.

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Feta!" Cal said. "It's a cheese! Everything's betta' with feta!" He grinned unabashedly over at her. "Just trust me. I was right about the DVDs, yeah? I'll be right about the feta cheeseburgers, too."

[onlysmokesnics.livejournal.com]

Hayley nodded. "Oh, I trust you. Don't worry."