Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

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Puck lounged on a sofa, a few boxes of Chinese food before him, as he flipped aimlessly through channels before finally settling on VH1 to watch the Top 100 Worst Songs ever, or something.

He wasn't all that interested, honestly, but it was something to have on in the background while he conducted a little experiment he called, "Does food really attract cute girls people to common rooms?"

Puck being Puck, cooking was out of the question unless everyone wanted something flambé. So he had purposely gotten way more food than he would normally eat (though, you know, it was Chinese food. He'd still eat it in an hour if no one showed.) and set in to wait. Meanwhile, some horrible band with frizzy hair squalled away on the television.

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When they'd come with her take out at home, they'd been used primarily to spear chunks of meat and subtly throw them at Tony when she got bored during family dinners.

"We usually go the tried and tested 'fork and knife' route," she said, finding herself a place to sit. "Such heathens."

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"Those work too," Puck said agreeably, "but it's way easier to poke my little sister with a chopstick than a fork. It doesn't leave those little marks, so there's no evidence."

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"Pretty much what I found they were good for." Though generally she ended up stuck across the table and couldn't stab, so... Improvisation.

"Go on then. Masterclass me."

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"Okay. Hold your chopsticks like this," he said, demonstrating how to balance the sticks. "Because otherwise you'll shoot whatever you're holding across the room, and I don't look good in sweet and sour sauce."

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"That mean you've tried?" she asked, teasing just a little, and snagging some chopsticks to play with and eventually balance in some useful way.

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"My mom still hasn't forgiven me for getting Grandma in the eye with orange chicken one year," he sighed, shaking his head.

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Effy breathed a slight laugh. "Oops." That'd probably teach you to do it right. "Even I'm not shit enough at this to do that to you."

And he'd probably appreciate the fact she wasn't feeling the need to start a food fight.

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"I'd be really sad," Puck assured her. "I mean, not that it's hard to clean things off my head, but the principle's still there."

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"Wouldn't want to hurt your delicate feelings." It might not sound much like it, with her tone always tending towards sarcasm and all. But truthfully, there was probably something of that in there.

"I have some morals." Yeah, some.

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"Not too many, I hope," Puck decided. "I hate people who have too many morals. They aren't fun."

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"Some," she repeated with a twitch of a grin.

"Haven't figured out I'm not shit and boring enough to have lots?"

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"I don't know," Puck said seriously. "I mean, I don't even know your name. I've been calling you Hot British Eyeliner Girl. For all I know you could be a secret church-going, chastity-belt-wearing, substance-fearing girl named...like, Frances or something."

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Puck had probably just hit on Effy's absolute polar opposite. Which, funnily enough, amused her no end.

"Is that what you think?" she wondered. Enjoying keeping hold of her mystery factor for now, yeah.

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"Probably no on the chastity belt. They look uncomfortable," Puck decided. "And otherwise, you don't seem like the type, but hey, you're mysterious."

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"Haven't been to church in years," she said, and paused only briefly before tucking her chopsticks back into a container to dip her fingers into her shirt and produce a cigarette case. Opening that proved a no on the substance-fearing. "Got tossed from my last school for screwing someone on a teacher's desk."

"And Frances is a shit name." So was Elizabeth, in her opinion, but... details.

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"So's Noah," he said, nodding and clearly impressed. "Hence the nickname. Is your name really Frances, girl-who-screws-on-desks? Hot, by the way. And I don't smoke...cigarettes." He raised an eyebrow.

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"Too bad." Effy smirked, and tucked the case back away again. Not quite stupid enough to actually start smoking up spliff in a common room. "And no, it isn't."

Which didn't mean she was going to tell him what it was when it was so fun to hold onto her mystery.

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"I'm just going to make up names for you," Puck informed her. "You're Georgiana now."

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"Georgiana." Really? "It's like you've been reading Mills and Boon."