4th Floor Common Room [Sunday afternoon]

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Proto was sprawled out on the couch. It was a relaxed sort of sprawl, but that we belied by the way he was eying the three things in front of him. It was, after all, an intent sort of eying.

One box of graham crackers. One bag of jumbo marshmallows. One box of chocolate bars.

Someone was trying to figure out if it was possible to make s'mores without a fire. Because he was pretty sure that he might get in trouble for starting a fire in the middle of the common room.

Give him some time, and he might even consider trying the microwave.

[Open, as these things tend to be. And this was always in the right place. ALWAYS!]

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Kurt threw a bag of popcorn in the microwave and then leapt onto the back of the couch, crouching next to Proto and eyeing the things in front of him. "Missing summer already?" he asked with a grin. "Don't worry, it comes back around again."

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Proto snorted and looked up at Kurt. "Really? And here I thought it was just a random fluke thing."

He paused. "Actually, it never gets that warm back home..."

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"Not where I'm from, either," Kurt agreed, as he flopped down onto the seat of the couch. "But my parents live up in the mountains. Summer is so much NICER when it's warm!"

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"I don't know. It's weird to not have snow around, you know?"

Which wasn't a complaint, but... yeah.

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"In the summer?!?!? There will be snow again soon enough. Not enough, sure, but some."

He reached for the bag of marshmallows. "But staring and wishing isn't going to make these s'mores cook themselves, ja? Not unless you've got magic!"

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"I'm no witch," Proto shrugged. "But I'm pretty sure they wouldn't approve of us starting a fire in here..." He sighed a bit forlornly.

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"So they are not PROPER s'mores," Kurt replied with a dismissive wave. "There's a stove and a microwave -- take your pick!

As if to make his point, the microwave beeped, signaling that the popcorn was done.

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Proto blinked. "Wait... you can use a microwave to make s'mores?" How did that work?

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"It's not a strange magical box, you know," Kurt answered, shaking a finger at him. "It just heats things up. Sure, it's DIFFERENT than a fire, but all you need to do is melt the marshmallows, right?"

[longislandiceme]

"Kurt, my man. I hope you're sharing." Sure, he'd just scored a food-trade with Proto, but that wasn't gonna stop him from trying to get food out of Kurt either.

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"I am ALWAYS sharing!!!" Kurt replied with a grin. He held out the bag. "Just call me the fuzzy blue food-sharer!!!"

[longislandiceme]

"Kurt's easier to say," Bobby pointed out, snagging a handful of popcorn.

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"But it is less informative," Kurt countered. "It doesn't tell you what I'll do with my popcorn!"

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Bobby snorted. "True," he acknowledged, tossing a popcorn kernel at Kurt. "But you've met me, I'm lazy."

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"AND covered in popcorn!" Kurt replied, as he threw a handful at Bobby. "But ja -- I've met more than one you, and they're ALL lazy."

[longislandiceme]

"Hey!" Bobby, you were the one who brought it up, you can't get offended when someone agrees with you. "...Actually, that reminds me. Is anyone from your reality visiting for this... 'Parents' Weekend dealy?"

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Kurt's face fell. "I... don't think so. They are all busy. What about you?"

Or, perhaps, his mun was too lazy to recruit guest stars. One of the two.

[longislandiceme]

Sometimes, it seemed as if Bobby had a sixth sense when it came to the prospect of free food.

Which was really just a convenient way of explaining why he was up in the fourth floor common room despite not actually living on this floor.

"You sharing?" he asked.

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"I'm willing to trade," Proto countered with a slight smirk. "What have you got to offer?"

[longislandiceme]

"Ice cream," Bobby said instantly, because come on, he always had ice cream.

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"Done, and done." Proto grinned. "It's totally hot enough for ice cream."

[longislandiceme]

Bobby held up a hand in a "wait one second" gesture before running out of the common room with a speed that, had this been a comic book or cartoon, would have been accompanied by a dust cloud and gust of wind. A minute later, he was back with a pint of Caramel Hat Trick.

"And you're right about the heat. Summer is over," Bobby complained, "enough already."

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"A deal's a deal," Proto grinned, holding out Bobby's promised reward of sugary deliciousness.

[longislandiceme]

Mmm, sugary deliciousness.

"Now that we've exchanged food, I suppose I ought to get your name," Bobby mused.

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"Eh, if you think it's important," Proto smirked.

He set down the ice cream long enough to toss Bobby a wave. "I'm Proto."