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Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]
Sookie had had better, and less upsetting days. That afternoon, her brother had actually finally returned a phone call -- not to really check on his baby sister, though he did ask after her, but to tell her that he couldn't come to visit that weekend.
But that wasn't enough. Scarcely ten minutes after getting off the phone with Jason, just as the sun was going down, her phone buzzed with a text.
pam & i coming to visit. arrange accommodations. sleeping in the ground is hell on hair.
Because that was exactly what she needed. Eric and Pam, in Fandom. All weekend. Terrorizing her friends and teachers and people who could conceivably be either of those things, but now wouldn't, because some stupid vampires had ruined it.
Wonderful.
So Sookie was in the common room, whisking her second batch of banana pudding. She'd already poured the first batch over vanilla wafers, and admittedly, maybe she was whisking a little harder than necessary. She had some aggression to work out. But at least there was pudding coming out of it.
But that wasn't enough. Scarcely ten minutes after getting off the phone with Jason, just as the sun was going down, her phone buzzed with a text.
pam & i coming to visit. arrange accommodations. sleeping in the ground is hell on hair.
Because that was exactly what she needed. Eric and Pam, in Fandom. All weekend. Terrorizing her friends and teachers and people who could conceivably be either of those things, but now wouldn't, because some stupid vampires had ruined it.
Wonderful.
So Sookie was in the common room, whisking her second batch of banana pudding. She'd already poured the first batch over vanilla wafers, and admittedly, maybe she was whisking a little harder than necessary. She had some aggression to work out. But at least there was pudding coming out of it.

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"Hullo, Sookie," he said pleasantly, giving a brief wave. "Whatever you're making smells quite good."
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"How are things?" he asked while he retrieved a bowl. "I haven't seen you in awhile."
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He wasn't holding out hope for a Silas visit either.
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Yes. He was making chili. That chili. So basically this was therapeutic, too.
He beamed at her and said, "There's no such thing as too much pudding," because he was totally a teenage boy.
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"Hey!" he wandered over to give her a kiss on the cheek. "I was just coming to see y- oooh, pudding."
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It was like heaven. Pudding heaven.
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Staying on the second floor wasn't possible. She could still hear them calling through the windows.
The fifth floor, however, had no unicorns, tasty food smells, and, once she poked her head into the common room door, people she knew and liked. Excellent.
"Kiss kiss," she called. "Who's making what, and can I have some?"
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"Mmmph."
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"Hey," he said, watching her for a moment. "What are you making? It smells good."
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It was somewhat distinctive chili, if you happened to be from a certain cluster of universes.
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