3rd Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

[bitchprince]

There was a window of time between waking up, early morning training, school, more training, frat, and radio in the evenings. Sure, it was a relatively small window of time, but Arthur didn't see why he shouldn't make use of it by doing something useful.

Like reading more ancient French science fiction - something by Louis Boussenard, to be exact. Something about ice this time. It was fairly thrilling.

Uncharacteristically, though, he had grown tired enough of the silence in his room to take it outside into the common room. God forbid what disturbances that might drag up, but at least he wouldn't have to deal with the... ceiling.

Yes.

Whatever, he could do as he liked.

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[bitchprince]

"We don't really need machines to do everything for us, no."

[see-beyond.livejournal.com]

"But, sometimes they are nice to have around," he allowed, shrugging. "I'm particularly fond of toasters. It's the only thing I can manage to cook with and I don't set anything on fire."

[bitchprince]

Arthur peered over towards the kitchenette. "That's the one where the bread goes in, right? I suppose that's handy..."

[see-beyond.livejournal.com]

"That one, yes," he said, glancing at the toaster. "Karla told me she'd help me learn to bake something else but we haven't managed that yet."

Jonas still didn't know the fear Karla's name in association with cooking inspired.

[bitchprince]

...

Arthur reached over. Some amount of shoulder-clasping was required, here. "John," he said, "Do not ever let that woman get near a kitchen."

[see-beyond.livejournal.com]

"Jonas," he corrected idly before asking, "and why not? She offered to help me."

[bitchprince]

"Because she's really, really terrible at it," he said, making sure to articulate every word, "and it would be a shame if the both of you killed someone. If you want to learn how to bake, you should speak to Francine."

[see-beyond.livejournal.com]

"Francine." Jonas vaguely remembered her from the common room during the blizzard. Still, he nodded. "Has anyone told Karla she's a terrible cook?"

[bitchprince]

"...I've told her partner in crime that he is," Arthur said, thoughtfully, "Haven't quite seen the opportunity to do so myself..."

[see-beyond.livejournal.com]

"So, perhaps she doesn't know?" Jonas suggested, looking concerned now. "Should I tell her?"

[bitchprince]

No. That might be hazardous to his health.

On the other hand... "If you think you can manage."

[see-beyond.livejournal.com]

"I...never told anyone anything like that," Jonas admitted, biting his lower lip. "She's nice though so I can't see her taking it badly."

[bitchprince]

"Good man," Arthur said, clapping him on the shoulder one more time. "It's the truth, so really, what's the worst she could do?"

...There was a reason Arthur should count himself lucky he fell for someone with an Y chromosome, hidden as it occasionally seemed to be.

[see-beyond.livejournal.com]

"I don't know but I'd hope there's no worst about it," he decided, thoughtful. "If I tell her nicely, she can't react in any other way but respectfully."

He hoped.