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Roof; Friday Afternoon

Chuck was bored and tired of hanging around his room so when he finally got out of bed on Friday he decided to get out for a bit. Not to a common room since his post-Thanksgiving hangover wasn't allowing for him to be quite that social at the moment, but he knew he could handle being out on the roof for a bit. It was cold, but nothing Chuck couldn't handle. The scarf did more than make him look fantastic, you know.

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"Arguing with you is a lot of fucking effort for a holiday." So no, she didn't really feel like following up. It generally led nowhere positive with them.

"Aww, you've been in an effort me before," he teased, laughing. "I'm not worth it anymore?"

"Maybe you'll inspire me in a minute," she suggested. "New goal for you." Just in case he was bored of any of the ones he had already.

"Why am I going to put in an effort for you if you're not going to do it for me?" Alex wondered, raising an eyebrow. "Seems a little tilted even if you try to tilt it that way most of the time."

"At this point," she reminded him. "You owe me." Which technically meant it was tilted firmly in her favour. In her opinion, at least.

"How the hell do I owe you?" he asked, frowning in confusion. "What am I missing here?"

"Dressed up for you," she said, moving a little closer. "Brought you sparklers and toffee apples. Nice enough to share my bed." Sounded like effort she'd put in for him before.

Alex wasn't really able to deny those things and, when faced with them now, he could see she had put in a lot of effort for him. He paused, watching her move closer and tried to think of what kind effort he could put in. Alex dug into his pocket and pulled out a pen and some an old cigarette receipt but didn't write anything just yet.

"That does sound like an effort," he agreed, smiling a little. "You know, you were one of like five people on my grilled cheese list."

And she'd probably been the most important but he stopped short of saying that. "Think maybe you'd want to come downstairs sometime this week for something like that? I can't promise the dressing up but I'll kick Griff out, cook some and you can even share my bed. And, you know, I can plan to see you and all since we usually don't."

For Effy, that was a hell of a lot of effort. Wasn't something she was all that into giving, in general.

She stopped in front of him with a small smile of her own. "... You have a grilled cheese list?"

"Griff made me make one the other night," he said, shrugging. "He wondered who all I'd cook for. You happened to be on that list. So, yeah, I have a grilled cheese list. Now."

"Interesting," she remarked, lips curling up a little more. Well, unusual, anyway. Didn't often get people telling her they'd cook for her.

"So you're actually going to make grilled cheese like you promised." That was a yes, to the 'maybe you'd like to come down...' question. Or close to it.

"Yes," he confirmed with a nod. "Last time I made these, it was for me and people just showed up, trying to mooch. This wouldn't be just for me."

And he thought that was a supreme amount of effort for someone who kept himself as closed off as he could even if he opened up a little more around her.

"I can't promise they'll be gourmet but they'll be good," he said, finally scribbling something down on the back of that receipt and then crumpling it and keeping it in his hand. "So, you want to? Come down, I mean?"

Effy paused to consider, even if she already knew what her immediate impulse was. Part of her still tried to keep a certain distance. It wasn't really working.

"Yeah," she said finally. "Why not."

"All right. Yeah, all right, good," he said, smiling and stepping closer to her and pressing that crumpled up receipt into her hand. Figured he could do some immediate effort too.

"Pick your day," he said and then, staying closer to her, added, "and don't look at that until I leave."

He really didn't need to get all weirdly shy if he was standing there when she opened that up and saw you are something to me written in his hasty scrawl. It wasn't signed though. She could figure out who it was.

She curled her fingers around that little scrap of paper and nodded once. The curiosity she had about what exactly it was could wait a few minutes.

"Thursday?" she said after a moment.

"Thursday's fine," he said, nodding. Wasn't like he had some crammed schedule to clear or anything. "Just come down sometime that evening. I'll be around."

And making grilled cheese, apparently. Turning into a regular domestic god.

"And I know you want to look at what I just gave you so I'm gonna take off," he said, giving her wrist a quick squeeze for backwards walking towards the door. "See you later, okay?"

With one a wave and a smile, he ducked inside and headed to his room. See, her curiosity could be sated now.

Effy waited a couple of long moments after watching him go (partly to prove to herself she could resist temptation) before turning the paper over in her hands and smoothing it out. Gave away her opinion of that little message with the half-suppressed twitch of a smile her lips.

It got carefully tucked into her back pocket. Strangely enough, she planned on holding on to that.

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