Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla was knitting a scarf (which she'd tell you if you enquired. Which you might. It wasn't a terribly successful scarf) and mulling over a poster she'd seen about the student council elections she'd seen oh so handwavily in the halls.

She wondered how politics worked in America and if she'd finally have to figure out the difference between a Democrat and a Republican. But for now, there was knitting.

Really bad knitting.

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[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Does he cook?" Rilla asked. "Susan sends baskets from home because she thinks Yankees can't bake a cookie."

[lordofthecats.livejournal.com]

"He does! But he doesn't try to send me food, since I work at the diner in town. I get all the burgers and milkshakes I want," said Lion-o.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Oh, my dear friend Sookie works there as well," Rilla said happily. "I feel like it's a betrayal of Susan to eat at a restaurant, but I can't just starve, can I?"

[lordofthecats.livejournal.com]

"Starving would be bad, especially when there are so many good food options," said Lion-o. "And if it helps, I don't think my boss, the woman who owns the diner, counts as a Yankee. She's from a place called Canada."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"That's where I'm from!" Rilla exclaimed. "I should make her acquaintance."

[lordofthecats.livejournal.com]

"You should. She's very nice, even though we don't get to talk much," said Lion-o. "She works on Mondays, Sookie works there on Tuesdays, and then I'm there on Wednesdays."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla smiled. "Then I will have to stop in more often," she said. "You have very good pie, though you mustn't tell Susan I said so."

[lordofthecats.livejournal.com]

"I promise not to tell," said Lion-o with a smirk. "I wouldn't want to frighten her, anyway."