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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"Just go ahead and try it," Kurt snickered. "As your roomie, I can make life very, very difficult for you if you do."

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"Is that a thread, my friend?" Proto smirked just a bit dangerously.

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"Do you want it to be?" Kurt countered slyly. "If not, all you have to do is give me a s'more."

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Proto considered that. On the one hand, more sugar for him. On the other hand, world-ending conflict with his roommate.

This one was a tough one.

Still, eventually he nodded and handed some ingredients over to Kurt. "I trust you can microwave your own?"

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Kurt waited until he had the ingredients safely in his hands before he got all wide-eyed and sputtered "But... but... I don't know HOW to use a microwave! They're scary!"

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"I think you hit it with a hammer repeatedly," Proto explained.

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Kurt contemplated that as he assembled his s'more and put it in.

"I," he announced with a flourish, waving his hand in an elaborate path that ended with it hitting the start button, "do not."

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Proto made over-dramatic gasping noises. "Oooooh. Aaaaaaah. Do it again!"

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Kurt pulled out his s'more and took a bite. "Naaah. It'll lose its mystery. One performance per person."

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"Then I suppose the rest of these are mine, huh?" Proto smirked.

He could live with that.

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Well... sure, actually.

"And the rest of this is mine," Kurt told him with a smile, waving the bag of popcorn. "But if you wanted to trade some, I wouldn't mind."

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"I'll keep that offer in mind, but I'll note that my stuff has more sugar."