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Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Night

Karla didn't know there was anything important going on today with the teevee. Considering their school didn't have sports, the idea of football was foreign to her. Instead, she was puttering in the kitchen, wishing someone who could cook would magically arrive, preferably with dinner, and pretty much bored.

Also frowning at the remote and wishing it didn't have quite so many buttons.

[Open like a common room and happy to be home from a convention meeting in another state. Come play!!!]

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Hayley wandered into the common room, mainly out of boredom.

"Oh, hi Karla," she said, grinning. "You're not watching the big game either, huh?"

"Big game?" Karla asked, confused. "You mean like hunting?"

"Hey! Are you cooking dinner?" Tony asked warily. Free food was good, but he wasn't sure about Karla's cooking. He'd tried the cookies.

"The football game," Hayley said. "I mean, it started after my time and all, but the TV kept telling me it was coming up. But I never really liked the sport anyway, so I didn't really care."

She tilted her head. "Whatcha doing?"

Karla sulked a little and shook her head. "No," she said. "I'm not supposed to use the stoves without supervision."

Which Merlin and Raven obviously counted as.

She perked up a bit. "Hey, we could try!"

"I'm not really a good cook," Tony said. "We could nuke something," he suggested, opening the freezer to see if there were any TV dinners.

"Football?" Karla asked. "Is that anything like hockey?"

Which she'd been introduced to all of two days ago.

"And I'm hoping that if I wish hard enough, dinner will appear before me." She closed her eyes, scrunched up her face, and waited a moment before opening them again. To an empty countertop. "Hell's fire."

"Nuke?" Karla asked, looking aghast. "I thought that was...there was this bomb and...food?"

The problem with slang.

Rose really should have been asleep. It'd been a looong week with a few fights and a lot of real work, but she couldn't quite fall asleep. Damn bruises and stiffness from those fights.

"Anyone cooking anything?" Rose asked as she wandered into the Common Room, moving a bit stiffly.

Oh, the blonde noble girl. Probably not.

"I could make you a sandwich," Hayley said, a little too eagerly. "Do you like grilled cheese?"

She was hoping to show off. As much as 'making grilled cheese' was really showing off.

"Oh, no!" Tony exclaimed. "I mean, yeah, that's right, but 'nuke' is also slang for 'microwave'." He pointed to the one in the kitchen. "'Cause the microwave rays are kinda like..." That didn't sound very healthy, did it? "I dunno. It's just what people say."

Karla had moved to inventorying the cupboards and fridge, seeing if there was anything she could make with minimal fuss. She glanced over to Rose, rolled her eyes a bit, and went back to looking through the cupboards.

"I'm willing to try if someone helps," she said. And if by 'helps,' she meant, 'makes sure I don't light a fire in the stove again,' well, Rose didn't need to know that.

"Oh," Karla said, still frowning and now eying the microwave with distrust. "The last time I tried using it, I burned up all the popcorn."

Making three bags. At once. With the plastic still on.

To Karla, it would so totally count as being awesome. "Grilled cheese? What's that? It sounds good."

Rose looked around the common room. "Yeah, I don't think you're going to find much help here," she said.

She found her way into the kitchen too, not bothering to squeeze past Karla. "There's a bag of cookies."

"Well, it's cheese, in a sandwich, and you heat it up so the bread is nice and toasty and the cheese gets all warm and gooey," Hayley said. "It's not exactly a twelve-course meal, but it's what I can offer!"

She grinned. "I made 'em last night, for me. It only took two tries."

"Sometimes the microwaves are stronger or weaker than average so the times on the back are wrong," said a guy who'd burned popcorn a few times himself. "They're kinda tricky."

"I think Hayley's planning on making grilled cheese," Karla said, ostentatiously moving so Rose could have more room. "Though she's not sure how many tries it'll take."

And depending how much cheese there was, some people might have to go hungry, Rose. Karla wasn't sharing.

"Hey Tony," Rose said with a quick smile. "What are you up to?"

"It looks tricky," Karla agreed, still glaring at the microwave. "All boxy and, err, box-like."

On the other hand..."You said it makes more than just popcorn?" If that were the case, Karla might be willing to give the microwave one more chance.

"Only two?"

Yes, Karla really was impressed. That was about four fewer than it usually took her to make things. "I'm in if you're willing!"

"Hey, Rose," Tony said. "Anything exciting going on?"

Rose eyed Hayley warily. "Yeah, I think it's probably safer not to go for that," she said, making a face.

But that, that's what she thought about Karla too, soooo...

She pulled the cookies out and leaned against the counter, consciously not getting out of Karla's way.

"Totally," Tony said. He grabbed a turkey pot pie from the freezer. "Okay, first off - never put anything metal in the microwave. That makes things catch fire and explode." He showed her the pot pie box. "These are super easy. You just open one end of the box, so the steam and stuff can get out - again, that's so it doesn't explode - and you put it in the microwave just like that, box and all!" He did just that, then set the timer. "Six minutes," he said. "Now you just have to press 'Start'!" He pointed to the Start button.

"Define exciting," she shot back, making a face.

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