Fifth Floor Common Room; Wednesday Afternoon [ 07/14 ].

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After a day of way-too-fun-to-be-classes classes and wrapping up the present she was working on yesterday, Ariel was feeling excited and creative and needed to do something with her energy. Sometimes, the common room was a bust, sometimes not, but she figured there was at least one thing there that could keep her entertained for hours.

Silverware!

But when Ariel went to the cupboard with the silverware, she, with a gasp of horror, found it completely lacking! Where was the--

--oh, right. The other drawer. This time Ariel opened the correct one and contemplated dinglehoppers over splorphenfats.



[[ I just wanted to use this icon. Come! Tempt me to stay out at the coffee shop longer than I should! Open common room is open! ]]

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Ariel spun around excitedly at the sound of that voice, greeting Christian with a smile. In each of her hands was clutched a good handful of silverware, enough that made her almost feel a little sheepish all of a sudden, and she glanced toward the stove, which, of course, had nothing even starting to cook on it. She shrugged her shoulders, looking almost apologetic, except that she assumed no one would want to each what she would cook anyway. She was just...

Eh heh.

She lifted up her hands.

You know. Silverware....

She had a problem, okay?

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Yeah, Christian had no concept of what could be done with silverware other than eating with it or polishing it. And he couldn't imagine Ariel's sense of recreation extended to polishing silver.

"It's very nice silverware," he tried, tentatively, earnestly. "I've -- never really looked at it."

[OOC: Bah, timing. See you tomorrow!]

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Ariel, meanwhile, had probably spent far too much time looking at it. Her grin went faintly crooked, as she turned around to set the silverware back in the drawer again with a clatter, and then back toward Christian to present at least her favorite (http://images.surlatable.com/surlatable/images/en_US/local/products/detail/5493.jpg). Naturally, it was terrible to use like other dinglehoppers, but it was just so cool looking, didn' the think?

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Christian frowned at first, as you did when someone waved a pointed object toward you. Then he remembered this was Ariel. There was nothing threatening about Ariel.

"I think that's for serving roasts," he venutred. "But -- it is rather interesting, isn't it? All ... streamlined and modern."

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And the two prongs were so... Ariel tilted her head, smiling fondly at the odd dinglehopper, before reality struck her in the glint of the light off the metal and she shook her head. She tossed the fork over her shoulder; it, thankfully, clattered safely into the sink.

Christian was not going to want to talk about forks. So, the distraction of it taken care of, Ariel tilted her head and smiled, in her ever silent inquiry after how he might be doing.

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"I'm doing well," Christian said in response to the silent question. "I was telling Rilla -- I've no classes until tomorrow, so it's been quite the week of leisure. And yourself?"

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Oh! Ariel put her hand to her heart, as if to keep it still. The overdramatic theatrics done, she grinned at Christian and held out her fingers. Four classes. One earlier this week (thumb hitched behind her shoulder), two today (pointing to the floor to indicate the here and now), and one later this week (finger pointed forward). All of them (hands up slightly)? To die for (both hands folded at the heart this time with a little swoon).

She followed it up with another grin, and a shake of her head, to indicate how well things were going, as if she could hardly believe it.

There was, of course, that whole still not talking thing, but she wasn't going to go there. She was almost too apprehensive about what might happen if she did.

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"I'm glad," Christian said, though he had no idea what the pointing charade was about, other than that she was happy. Which was what mattered. "What was the best thing to happen you you today? Other than the, ah, cutlery."

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Ariel grinned. Well, that was an easy one. Both of her hands went to indicate that the answer was obviously him.

Better than cutlery, beating imaginary sharks, and smelling like coconut. Very high praise, indeed, Christian.

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"Besides me," Christian protested. "Though you're obviously the best thing in my week."