Third Floor Common Room [Friday Evening]

[longislandiceme]

The fact that Bobby was in the common room was not, generally speaking, cause for alarm. The fact that he was in the common room kitchen area with a box of brownie mix might be, though, depending on who you asked.

Kennedy didn't seem too concerned from her spot on the couch. She did, however, look pretty pleased with how the t-shirts that both she and Bobby were sporting had turned out. The t-shirts that read "I can't help it if the ladies know a good thing when they see it".

The gaggle of snow-angels that had been following Bobby around all day apparently agreed with the t-shirt's sentiment, at least from the way they sighed dreamily every time he glanced their way. Bobby was pretty sure he'd seen one of them swoon, even.

[ooc: open like an open thing!]

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[glacial_queen]

Karla shrugged. "Darkness only knows. Bobby was mentioning a movie with a talking pig. Maybe it's just a...cultural thing?"

Karla didn't understand half of why the people of this world did the things they did.

As the FBI warning came on, Karla asked ever-so-casually, "Are you staying around here for break? Or heading home?"

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"A movie about a talkin' pig," he repeated, glancing over at her. "'m thinkin' we need t'watch it someday. Find out why this world does such weird things."

"Stayin', I think," he replied, the so casual question totally saving him from asking. "Me mam hasn't writin' nothin'." And after she'd come out here for Parents' Weekend, he didn't expect there t'be Portalocity money available. "An' ye? D'ye have th'wintersol t'go back for?"

[glacial_queen]

"I missed it," Karla said glumly. "Time in my world travels faster, so Windsol was a few weeks ago, Fandom time. I'd kind of forgotten about that. Besides, it might be best if I stay here for now."

In his letter, Morton had mentioned Hobart asking a lot of leading questions about Dhemlan. Which meant they should both stay away for awhile.

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

"'M sorry," George said honestly, leaning in closer to her for just a moment. "Tisn't much fun t'be away from yer family an' friends an' th' like. What d'ye do at Wintersol?"

[glacial_queen]

"Dance for the glory of Witch," Karla said promptly. She leaned in towards him, too, eyes shining as she explained. "Windsol lasts thirteen nights and there are parties on each of them. Days are spent visiting with people and resting and exchanging gifts and nights are spent dancing until the dawn."

[noearsyet.livejournal.com]

George grinned at Karla's obvious excitement. "Sounds like Midwinter, it does. What wit' th' dancin' and such. D'ye have spicebread an' all good foods too?"

Fourteen year old boy here. He had priorities.

[glacial_queen]

"Of course!" Karla said with a laugh. "Every night is a feast, with a whole table just groaning under the weight of all the different desserts and delicious things! Cakes and pastries and nutbread and honey-pears and all sorts of food. Dinner would be early in the evening so that we'd have time to digest before the dancing started, but there would be tables off to the side so we could keep picking while we danced."