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Lobby; Monday, All Day [ 12/13 ] - StuCo Coffee Bar!

It was Monday, the first day of Finals Week, and Alexander, who really had done a poor job of planning this out with so many class on today, was in and out of the lobby to maintain the coffee bar that the Student Council was providing to help all the students throughout the day study and prepare and satisfy their sweet teeth with baked goods. Alexander had never really had a finals week before, or even a final at all, so the idea was novel and new enough that he found it quite exciting and he was up at the very crack of dawn to prepare everything and do quite a bit of studying himself in between people stopping by.

There was, of course, plenty of coffee available from the Perk and snacks from J,GoB. Extra pens and pencils and paper and Post-It notes, too, in case anyone should find themselves in the need for one. And a big sign that looked as though it wanted to be more glittery than it actually was proclaiming: GOOD LUCK ON YOUR FINALS, FROM YOUR STUDENT COUNCIL REPRESENTATIVES.

[[ No OCD! Grab some snacks on your way, or snag some up and sit down and get your study on! ]]

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Rilla was more of a tea drinker, but in an effort to belong, she pour herself a half a cup of coffee and filled the rest of it up with milk and sugar. It tasted, she thought as she took a first sip, a bit like warm ice cream.

It wasn't her favourite but it would do for today. She also helped herself to a bear claw and curled up in a nearby chair with her Canadian history notes.

Alexander wasn't sure whether it was better, in a situation like this, to be polite or to let someone be with their studying, but he decided to err on the side of being gentlemanly with that choice, offering Rilla a smile when he spotted her in her chair.

"Hello, Rilla; have you much studying to do for this week?"

"A bit," Rilla admitted. "I admit to being quite an indifferent student much of the time."

"I wish I could say the same," Alexander admitted with a slight grin. "Unfortunately, if I don't study, I find myself worrying far too much about not doing well. I'd hate to disappoint my parents."

"Oh, my parents have five other children who are all geniuses," Rilla replied. "I have no ambitions to join them."

"See, and I've only got one sister," Alexander chuckled, "and she's much more of your mind set. I hope that doesn't mean she thinks I'm the genius, because I'm afraid she'll likely be quite mistaken."

Rilla giggled. "Oh, I'm sure she'd disagree. It's how sisters are. We think our brothers are all wonderful, even when you are driving us mad."

"Funny," Alexander smirked quite roguishly. "In my experience, it's always the sisters driving us mad."

"Well, clearly you must be doing something wrong," Rilla replied sweetly. "I get along just fine with my sisters."

"Not to make a sweeping generalization," Alexander said thoughtfully, "but I do have a suspicion that is because you girls do tend to join forces together again us boys. Of course, this is just an assumption."

"And it's only because you start it," Rilla said. "Generally."

"Generally?" Alexander lifted a brow. "My dear, I hope you haven't an exam in the use of language, for I believe you mean never."

Rilla laughed again. "Perhaps language usage is different in Canada," she said, "but I mean 'all the time.'"

"Oh, then, clearly," said Alexander with a knowledgeable nod, "Canadian and Daventrian are quite different languages, because I do not think that phrase means what it would where I'm from. Quite the opposite, I'm afraid."

"How extraordinary," Rilla said merrily. "I wonder what other words are different!"

"Hmm, well," said Alexander, tapping his chin with his eyes drifting off a bit, "what word do you use for, say, someone who is always right and knows best?"

"In my family, we call him Dad," Rilla said with a laugh.

"See, another difference," Alexander returned the laugh. "In mine, the word is Mother. If we know what's good for us."

"Well, we like to boost up Father every now and then," Rilla said. "He likes to feel like he has control."

"I'm not sure even the most powerful spell could convince anyone that King Graham is the one really running the kingdom in that castle," Alexander admitted with a chuckle. "To be fair, though, Mother does have more experience than he does at royal affairs."

"How so?" Rilla asked interestedly.

"Well," Alexander offered, "my father was only a knight, from a pretty modest background, and he became the king of Daventry when he helped recover the kingdom's three lost treasures. The king did not have an heir, so the title passed on to who ever managed to brave the dangers to bring the magical items back. My mother, on the other hand, was of the royal family of the land of Kolyma. She married my father and came with him to Daventry after he saved her from the tower in which she was locked when an evil witch kidnapped her."

Rilla's eyes were starry. "It sounds like a tale out of a storybook," she sighed. "Were they quite in love?"

"Quite," Alexander said with a smile at Rilla's clearly approving response to the tale. "And they still are. I shall consider myself lucky if I'm able to find myself even half as loving a match as theirs."

Which, of course, could only make him sigh wistfully.

Rilla joined him in sighing. "That's my wish as well. My parents grew up together and know each other inside out."

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