4th floor common room - Dinner-ish

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Twas a silly thing to be nervous about cooking. She didn't do it much at home either, there was little time and she was out doing Dog work when supper came. She'd time now. Plenty of it and it seemed useful to find out what those buttons in the kitchenette meant. Which was the goal of this visit to the common room with Jono. To figure out the cooking thing.

Just don't cook my fish, Pounce warned in what would be cat talk to anyone else but Beka. He took the safer route and jumped on the couch for a nap.

She ignored him and glanced at Jono. "You don't happen to know how to make apple fritters?" she asked.

[Jono modded with permission. And the post is open as common rooms are. Feel free to come mock the technology challenge girl.]

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"Oh, right." Kennedy, who sometimes forgot money was an issue for other people, looked a bit lost for a second. "I've always had people to do it for me," and she included convenient delivery services in that, "so it's never come up."

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"I'd buy stuff most of the time," Beka said. "I don't have much time for it usually so we go eat when we're on Evening Watch. Not that I've had to since my family became part of my Lord's house."

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"How'd that happen?" Kennedy kicked her sneakers off and let them drop to the floor somewhere. "Was that when you became a guard?"

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"No, it was when I decided I wanted to be one," Beka said, watching the sneakers. She hesitated, not wanting to sound like she was bragging. "I helped my Lord with sommat and he was grateful. He offered my mama a position in his house and away from the Cesspool in gratitude."

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Even if it did, which it didn't, Kennedy never saw anything wrong with a little bragging.

"Nice," she said in admiration. "So your family's got status now?"

She didn't have a problem with that; her own family was new money, and some people tended to look down on that. Kennedy figured, screw 'em.

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Beka chuckled and shook her head. "Naught more than any of the other servants in my Lord's house," she assured Kennedy. "But my brothers and sisters'll find more respectable jobs than they might have had elsewise."

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Kennedy nodded thoughtfully. "You can never have too many connections. Big family?"

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"Two brothers and two sisters," Beka said. "Big enough. You?"

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"Just a half-sister. I almost never see her, though." Kennedy didn't sound regretful about that, just matter of fact. "Even when I'm not away at school she lives in a different wing of the house."

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Beka almost never saw her family now either, but she did miss them.

"Different wing? Your house is very big?" she asked, sounding surprised.

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"It's pretty big," Kennedy allowed. There were a half dozen or so bigger ones in the neighborhood. "The summer home's a lot smaller."

See above re: bragging? This was not bragging to her.

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There weren't a lot of people in Corus who could afford multiple houses. "You're nobility?" she asked, wondering how she'd missed that. Kennedy didn't come across as one of them. Unless her parents were the other type of people who had more than one home...

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Kennedy burst out laughing. "Nobility? No way. My dad's just rich, that's all. We're not really into the nobles thing here."

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"How..." She shook her head, not even sure how to phrase that question. "Tis hard to imagine a country without nobles."

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People who paid more attention in sociology classes might be able to argue that in a sense, Kennedy could call herself that if she wanted to.

Sociology classes were unimportant to a girl who just wanted to be the Slayer.

"There's this crazy thing we call democracy here," Kennedy explained... for a given value of explaining, which was really not all that helpful. "No royalty, no nobility, any of that."

Beka, you might want to ask someone who actually knows about these things.

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Yes, but Kennedy was there now and the questions popped up this instant. "Then who leads?"

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"The President? Whoever that is these days." Kennedy realized she had no idea; it hadn't been high on her priority list of things to learn about the twenty-first century.

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Twasn't like Beka'd know who it was anyway. "I've never heard of someone like that," Beka said with a shrug. "Or this democracy."

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Kennedy sat up, rearranged herself into a cross-legged position, and grinned. "Well, welcome to modern America. It's not always all it's cracked up to be."

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It was becoming clear that she'd not be getting a whole lot of answers from Kennedy. Beka sat down in an armchair. "What's it cracked up to be then?" She could try.

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"Not that bad," Kennedy told her. Again, so not helpful. "Just not as free and equal as it claims to be."

Funny how she recognized that problem in some respects, but didn't think to connect it to her privileged upbringing.

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"Mayhap I've a lot to learn before I'll get what you're saying," Beka decided since it wasn't making much sense right now.

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"Preferably from someone who didn't ditch most of history class," Kennedy said, in a stunning example of being more helpful than she had so far.

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"I'll keep that in mind," Beka assured her, wrinkling her nose. "I'd never had history class."

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"Yours would probably be way different from ours anyway. I wonder if they'd be more interesting?" Kennedy mused. Okay, technically she was interested in Slayer history, but she wasn't going to find that in many course offerings, was she? "It's not like they tell you everything, anyway."