Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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After a trip to the grocery store, Roy was ready to actually fend for himself for once, and what better to make on a chilly January day than some nice, spicy comfort food? That was right. Roy was making chili. From Oliver Queen's recipe. One teaspoon cayenne, three tablespoons chili powder, and a healthy dose of Tabasco sauce. God help the unwary.

While it simmered away on the stove, he sat down and grabbed the remote to see what was on TV. This was shaping up to be a good night, really. Chili, TV, and the entertainment value of rookies experiencing chili that tasted like fire for the first time. Yeah, he had no complaints.

And for the record: Yes, he did have functioning taste buds. His sanity...well, that was more questionable.

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"The chili is good," Roy informed her, mock-haughtily. "You just don't appreciate it."

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"I just appreciate being able to feel my tongue," Jean countered.

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"You just have to acclimate yourself," Roy told her. "I thought you said you liked spicy food."

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"I do!" Mild spicy. Mild.

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"Well, there you go," Roy said, gesturing to the chili. "Spicy."