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Fifth Floor Common Room; Thursday Evening [ 12/30 ].
Ariel was in a sparkling dress and rooting around through the cupboards in the common room, pulling out all the Cheetos and Pringles and Pop Tarts and jelly beans she could find which meant only one thing: someone just got her legs back after her stay at home and she was hungry.
It wasn't even that all that swimming tended to make a girl hungry; she just really missed human food.
What she would constitute as human food, anyway.
[[ open common room is open, of course! ]]
It wasn't even that all that swimming tended to make a girl hungry; she just really missed human food.
What she would constitute as human food, anyway.
[[ open common room is open, of course! ]]

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He figured the first was most likely as it had been a few days since the gremlin incident.
"Good evening, Ariel," Bruce said. "Is the feast for a special occasion?"
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"Oh, hi, Bruce!" Ariel looked over her shoulder from where she was kneeling on the counter, because she was absolutely dressed for climbing on counters, and she gave him a smile. "No particular occasion except my just getting back. No food like this..." She cleared her throat a little. "Back home, you know."
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And, being mindful of Bruce's feelings on junk food, she held something out for him, helpfully pointing to the label. "Would you like a Pop Tart? They're made with read fruit, see?"
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"Hullo, Ariel," he greeted with a brief wave.
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"Snack time?" she asked, wandering in and seeing what Ariel was up to. "Got any popcorn?"
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Translation: Her brothers freaked out that she was 15.
"Popcorn in the microwave sounds terrific. You seem happy, did you have a good break?"
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