2nd Floor CR, Saturday Night

[life_inshadow]

Tara had been more or less ignoring the hands all day. They were weird, but they didn't seem inclined to attack or steal her stuff or anything, and one of them helped reshelve books when she cleaned her room. She was counting that as a win.

It wasn't until she went to make dinner that she realized how useful the hands really were. They started the spaghetti sauce simmering while she made garlic bread, and then went over to the fridge to get lettuce as if asking if she wanted a salad, too.

"Go for it," she said, wondering the tiniest bit how the hand could hear her. She doubted she'd ever get an answer.

She was making way too much food for just her, but that usually wasn't a problem in the dorms.

[OOC: Open CR. Now I want Italian food.]

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[nohaircutsplz]

And Medusalith was supposed to be European, so she supposed she couldn't claim she wasn't interested in European boys, too. "Oh, well...uh, I suppose we'll have to see, won't we? Perhaps you're mistaken," she said hopefully, because that was a happier thought than some human boy being interested in her.