Fourth Floor Common Room; Monday Evening [ 09/21 ].

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

The whole incident with the hair had almost caused Cal to forget exactly what day this was. Monday. That meant more than just having to work at the library. That meant Rumor Girl, on the TV, and Cal was there.

Pretending to ignore it while cooking food. No burgers this time, but something just as good and Greek and handy for TV watching: souvlaki.


[[ I ALMOST FORGOT. THERE WAS WORK. ANYWAY, OPEN. PLEASE DON'T MIND MY CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL IN THIS OOC NOTE ]]

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[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"Really?" Cal looked over at Worf in some kind of shock, like such words, I am not a fan of feta, could not possibly be said together in one sentence.

"I mean...really?"

[sonofmogh.livejournal.com]

"It has been well established that there is a difference between the Klingon and human palate," Worf replied as he sipped his prune juice. "What might be good to you may not taste well to me."

[not-a-mused.livejournal.com]

"But you do like the souvlaki?" Cal asked.