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Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

There were smells and sounds coming from the fifth floor common room that would probably tempt most passers-by.
The sizzle and crackle of bacon and eggs, the bready smell of toasted English muffins, and... okay, it'd be really hard to smell or hear the orange juice just passing by.

Jennifer Walters was feeling good that morning. And she just wanted to share that feeling with others. Making breakfast seemed like a good way to do that.

And if the sounds of breakfast didn't bring people in, the fact she was playing Lady Gaga over a radio might help, she thought.

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"Yeah, okay," he joked. "I think you're safe so far. I've just had breakfast so either I haven't developed the brain taste yet, or I'm too full to be bothered."

Ewwww.

"I really hope no one here actually eats human brains," she decided. "'Cause that's just gross."

"I do prefer bacon," Jacob agreed, eyeing the food and wondering if he could get away with another plate. "Much crispier."

She totally wouldn't tell if he ate more. She was used to Chouji's appetite, after all.

"I suppose you could fry brains," she said dubiously. "But that'd be an awful lot of effort for a murder done for food."

"Yeah, I'm going to try not to think about it too much. It will ruin the rest of my appetite," he wouldn't want to be stopped from getting a second plate.

And yes, he was getting up to get that now.

"Get me some juice?" she called hopefully. "And I'm not even sure how we wound up on that; I hate to hear what radio'll say 'bout it."

Sigh.

"I really should start listening to that," Jacob stretched before he headed into the kitchen to get his plate. "If I get a line of wannabe zombie killers in front of my door tomorrow, I'm blaming you. They better not accidentally kill my roomie."

"Who is your roomie and why would they be mistaken for a zombie?" Ino asked interestedly. "And, well, news ain't always right."

"Bod," Jacob said, because saying Nobody was just going to sound weird. "ANd if you mistake me for a zombie, I don't see why he couldn't be one."

He returned with another plate and a glass of orange juice for Ino. See, he could be nice.

She made happy grabby hands for the juice, grinning at him.

"Thank you!" He could be nice! She approved of that! "I mean, I suppose it's possible to have a zombie student? One of my assigned sibs here was a unicorn."

He considered holding the glass just out of reach, but that would keep him from eating so he just handed it over.

"Did they put him in a room or did they find him a stable?" Jacob asked, because he couldn't see how having a horse in a room would work well.

"He had a room," she said, sipping at her juice. "I had to get the bed out of there for him--he could use the mattress, it made things soft, but the frame had to go right away. He didn't much like the stairs, though he managed."

"Poor roommate getting stuck with the horse smell," Jacob snorted and he stretched out on the couch. "Can they even talk?"

"Jan could talk!" she bubbled. Shush, she'd adored Jan. "And he had so many questions 'cause he hadn't ever lived in a place with buildings and stuff before."

"Talking horses and singing frogs," Jacob nodded. "Sure, why not. I'm just going to go with 'if you can think of it, it exists here'."

"Unicorns," she insisted. "So he was magical, geez. Not just a plain old horse."

"If it's got four legs and neighs, it's a horse," Jacob said, brushing it off, quite possibly to be annoying.

Ino stuck her tongue out at him.

"So everything that's got four legs and can bark is a dog?" she inquired archly. "'Cause that ain't makin' no sense."

"Somehow I don't think Blind Seer will approve if you call him a dog," Jacob chuckled.

"I wouldn't," she said, rolling her eyes and laughing softly. "But you're the one that started with the mass generalizations."

"But I'm allowed to," Jacob informed her as he another piece of bacon.

"And I'm not? Who said?"

Oh come on now! Mean! And yet fun. Shush.

"You're not tall enough," he told her, smirking.

"I'm plenty tall enough," she protested instantly. "I am perfect just the way I am!"

"Sure sure," he said, obviously not agreeing. "Just not tall enough to be allowed to generalize."

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