Third floor common room [dinnertime]

[bloody-luck.livejournal.com]

As Mat had mentioned a few times, Mat couldn't cook with modern technology. But roasting things over a fire?

That, he could do.

So there he was, bundled in a few layers, roasting a few rabbits over the fire and feeling more homesick than he was willing to admit.

[OOC: Mmm. Small game.]

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[exspeedydotcom]

"Calling me a bigot in a radio broadcast because I didn't want her snooping in my head without permission is a really big overreaction," Roy said doubtfully.

[longislandiceme]

"Well, okay, yes," Bobby nodded. "But what she said isn't true, right? So," he shrugged.

[exspeedydotcom]

"But other people don't know that," Roy said. "Heck, you apparently believed it! Do a lot of people listen to these things? Half the island could think I'm a jackass for all I know."

[longislandiceme]

"Most people do, yeah," Bobby had to admit. "Listen to radio, I mean. Not think you're a jackass, I don't know about that. And that's why I asked you about it, because what she was saying and what I knew of you didn't match up at all." Of course, sometimes people seemed perfectly nice, until you brought up the mutant thing which sent them screaming for the hills, but he wasn't going to say that. He'd wanted to believe Roy was a good guy, and he'd been right. "Anyone who knows you will figure out the truth pretty quick, and anyone who doesn't know you, well. Their loss."

[exspeedydotcom]

"But I just got here two weeks ago," Roy pointed out. "I haven't had a chance to get to know that many people, and now someone's going around telling lies about me. That's not cool, bro. And I guess I can't actually say anything about it to her, because then she'll make good on rearranging my brain. Dammit."