Third floor common room [afternoon]

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Mat had nothing to do on Wednesdays, which meant that he slept in until it was borderline criminal (and the yellow paint on the walls of his room gave him a headache), then poked around looking for something to entertain him.

Today he had settled on tossing dice in the third floor common room and hoping someone would come along who could cook for him. The burnt remains of what had been a package of bacon in the trash can--and the smoke in the room--would let people know how Mat's first attempt at fending for himself had worked out.

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[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"We have crossbows and fireworks," Mat said. "So far, I can't get them to combine in a way that won't make everyone bloody explode."

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

Helen considered that for a moment. "Perhaps your fuse hasn't been long enough?"

The water was finally at a boil and she dumped in a couple of boxes of spaghetti. It was a common room, more people might come in search of food and if not, well, nothing wrong with cold or reheated spaghetti.

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

Don't say it, Mat.

Mat?

"My fuse is plenty long enough," he replied, winking, then peered into the pot. "How hungry do you believe I am?"

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

Helen blinked at him, then laughed. "I'm afraid I like to judge those things for myself."

Then she gave him her best innocent look. Which, honestly, was quite terrible. "You don't think we can eat all of that?"

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

"Not without exploding," Mat decided.

[elephantgadget.livejournal.com]

"I would have to agree," Millie said with another smile. "But when I cook in common rooms I do try to make extra for others who might come in. And if they don't well... you'll have leftovers to eat tomorrow. And the next day and the next day and..."