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?"

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"But it doesn't cooking things properly," Proto pointed out. "So how am I supposed to know what works right and what doesn't?"

But he was already standing up to walk toward the microwave.

Hurr up, Kurt's popcorn. Proto had important things to do!

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Kurt dashed past him and pulled the popcorn out. "Experiment!" he answered. "Try... I don't know. 20 seconds at high power? If it's not enough, you can always put it back in for longer. If it's too much, you can hit the cancel button when you think it's done!"

He opened his steaming bag (not dirty), but then thought of something and sniffed at the microwave. "Uhhh... I hope you like butter-flavored s'mores?" he told Proto. "Sorry?"

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"I've never had butter-flavored s'mores..." Proto admitted. "So I suppose we'll see."

He cocked his head slightly. "So I should just put a marshmallow in there for twenty seconds?"

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"And get the melted marshmallow stuck all over the inside? Think, Roomie, THINK!"

Kurt pulled a paper plate out the cabinet, put a graham cracker on it, and put a marshmallow on top. He contemplated the chocolate. "Do you think we put the chocolate in, too, or leave it out? If it melts too much, that'll suck."

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"Let's try it? I mean, the worst that could happen is that it's still chocolate, right?"

[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?"

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"And it's not like we don't have more," Kurt agreed. He added the chocolate under the marshmallow, and the second piece of graham cracker on top, and tried smooshing it down a little. "Now, just microwave it for a little bit, and keep doing that until it's right!"

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"Twenty seconds," Proto nodded, shutting the door and punching the buttons.

The microwave started to whir.

[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."

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The marshmallow inflated as it melted -- maybe a little too much -- and then started to settle again. The delicious smell of s'mores joined the heavy "movie theater butter" tang in the air.

"Oooh, that looks just about PERFECT!!!" Kurt exclaimed. He took a bite of popcorn and then offered the bag to Proto. "Popcorn?"

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Proto was engrossed in watching the marshmallow. "Is it supposed to do that?" he asked in consternation, completely missing the popcorn offer.

[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."

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