Second floor common room [afternoon]

[momslilassassin]

Ben had been given a rare morning off from his normal weekly asskicking via lightsaber sparring session, and he'd used that time in the salle instead. There were less bruises (both to the body and to the ego) involved in that kind of training, and now he was flopped comfortably on a sofa in the common room, idly flipping channels between bites of cereal.

Ben was not exactly a gourmet chef.

He'd currently stopped on some cooking show, hoping to get tips from a clearly deranged person who matched her shirt to the window treatments.

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[therewaslife]

It wasn't that Bod was bored. He wasn't. He rarely got bored. But, it was quiet on his floor and if he had the ability to walk throughout the dorms, he was going to take advantage.

Once he'd spotted someone on the second floor, he stopped in and gave the other boy a brief wave before his eyes flicked to the television show.

"Is this a fashion show?" asked Bod, clearly taking in the shirt and the window treatments before anything else.

[momslilassassin]

"I'm not sure," Ben admitted, "and I've been watching for fifteen minutes. She makes things with packets of dried stuff and a lot of alcohol."

[therewaslife]

"Wouldn't the alcohol dilute anything dried?" asked Bod, sliding into a seat and frowning at the television. "So, it would just be alcohol with some...strange bits floating around?"

[momslilassassin]

"She calls it 'cocktail time'," Ben said. "I don't know, but I'm not exactly a big drinker, so maybe there's more skill involved than I'd realize." He laughed. "I was just hoping to learn how to make something other than cereal and toast."

[therewaslife]

"I tend to default to ordering things myself," Bod commiserated, making a face at the television screen and then shaking his head. Miss Lupescu would love this sort of thing. "At least she looks like she's having a good time?"

[momslilassassin]

"I think she might have sampled from cocktail time a little bit before they started filming," Ben commented wryly.

[therewaslife]

"Would they let her go on if she was intoxicated?" asked Bod, half serious. He hadn't seen a lot of American television as of yet.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Oh, cereal!" Jaime grinned when he wandered into the common room. "Is there enough to share?"

[momslilassassin]

"Definitely," Ben answered, smiling. "There's even milk in the fridge."

It wasn't blue, but you couldn't have everything.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Sweet!" Jaime swung by the fridge to grab a glass and the whole jug of milk and wander over to flop down not far from Ben. "You want any more?" he asked, waving the milk.

[momslilassassin]

"No thanks," Ben said. "I don't want the cereal to get mushy. There's a very exact ratio to follow."

Sometimes Ben enjoyed being strange on purpose.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Agreed," Jaime nodded. He reached out for the cereal. "I have a system for that," he admitted with a smirk.

[momslilassassin]

"What's your system?" Ben asked.

[weldedtomyspine]

"I'll show you," Jaime grinned as he snagged a box of cereal. He scooped up a handful, shoved it in his mouth, and then took a big swig of milk from his glass.

Genius!

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah smiled at Jaime as she walked over to the couch, polishing an apple on her jacket, and said, "You're eating cereal like it's a beer with a chaser?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"It's a system!" Jaime objected. "It keeps the cereal from getting soggy."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah gave him a considering look. "Okay, you could just eat it fast enough, but that would maybe lead to choking, sooo... you make your own kind of sense." She grinned, then bit into the apple. "How's your week going?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Pretty good. Classes and all that. How about yours?" He even held out the box of cereal in case she wanted some.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah held out a hand for cereal to be poured into, and said, "Pretty good, work's fine, still training. Still a little buzzed from gremlin-smashing last weekend. Did you get hurt at all?"

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

Dinah came in after a run around the island, and a solitary practice at the beach-- not the same as learning from Azula, but still, good to keep in practice.

"Hey guys. What've we got?" she asked, heading for the fridge and an apple.

[momslilassassin]

"Cereal and a deranged woman on the ho--television," Ben replied.

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Ho television?" Dinah asked, entertained, then squinted at the screen. "Oh, and you so weren't kidding."

[momslilassassin]

Ben's cheeks went pink. "I was going to say holo," he mumbled, "but, yeah, this woman is kind of...odd."

[blondecanary.livejournal.com]

"Like holograms?" Dinah gave him an interested look. "Three dimensional?" She paused, watching the television a second. "And she is odd, but now I'm really hungry. Although I don't want to do all this work."

[momslilassassin]

"I don't think she does any work, either," Ben commented. "But she drinks a lot. And yeah, three dimensional. It's commonplace at home."