Fourth Floor Common Room | Sunday Morning

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

Making coffee wasn't exactly rocket science, but waiting for it to brew was maybe going to kill Caroline.

"Come on, come on, come on!" she ordered impatiently, leaning against the counter in hopes that her stare would make the machine work faster. "If I felt like taking half my day to get coffee, I'd have gone into town and flirted with the barista. Or like, paddled a freaking boat to Colombia to get the beans from Juan Valdez. This is just ridiculous."

She paused, realizing what she was doing. "Oh God, why am I talking to inanimate objects?"

Another pause as the coffee pot groaned in percolation completion. "Aaaand now I'm talking to myself. Great. Fantastic. Now I'll just pour myself some coffee and hope that I can manage to drink enough to shut up." Extra sugar mixed with her caffeine could only help that, right? Whatever, the coffee was good and the sofa was comfortable and it was Sunday and there was nothing better to do.

[Very much open.]

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[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"What is it with your floor and needing to encourage the appliances?"

Another question. What was it with Effy always managing to walk in when people were?

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"Huh?" Caroline looked confused. "You say that like I'm not the only one who has issues with this coffee maker. Which, admittedly, is kind of nice because talking to appliances is so not normal." Not that Caroline was all that normal.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It wasn't a coffeemaker the last time," Effy clarified, wandering in. "Microwave. But at least crazy has company?" Even if the company was Nathan, and therefore probably not much of a comfort.

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

Caroline might die if she knew it was Nathan. "Oh, well the microwave would be like really cooking and I don't think I'm up for that today. The coffee will have to sustain me until someone who cooks shows up." Which could take some time considering she already had her blood breakfast.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"It's a Sunday. We should be nursing hangovers and in no way wanting more than coffee for breakfast."

Having said that, Effy was remarkably not plagued by anything like that this morning. In a relatively good mood and all.

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"Huh, it's sad I'm not hungover," Caroline remarked, sounding a little disappointed. "And here we are, far from adults who would care. Clearly I've made a poor decision somewhere."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Don't know many people who wish for the hangover part." Mostly, she wished she was drunk. "Each to their own."

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"It's the sign of having had a really good night, right?" Plus if she was all hungover she might also be a little bit human and wouldn't that be lovely?

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Usually," she agreed, wandering over to lean against the counter. "So why didn't you? Saturday night, no class to sit through with a killer headache..."

[stars_and_money]

Jeremy should't have even been up yet. Regardless, he was, and since he didn't find anyone in his common room and was kind of used to having breakfast with people around, he grabbed one of his boxes of cereal and decided to come downstairs to find company.

And it wasn't even hard. "Heeey, there's coffee!" he said, letting that be his greeting as he entered the room. "Is it any good?"

Look, he'd learned to make coffee over his few weeks here, but it tended to end up just barely drinkable most days.

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"Completely good," Caroline assured him, taking a moment to check out the new arrival. What? She was just looking. "Though complicated things like waffles are just beyond my abilities, coffee is totally something I can do. But then, you might have a different view on what makes something 'good.'"

[stars_and_money]

"Making waffles is totally best left for professional chefs," Jeremy replied with some conviction as he sauntered over. "I tried that this week, and we ended up at the diner instead." He smiled. "But I'm sure your coffee's great."

Because she was a pretty girl and he would pretend to like her coffee even if it turned out to be bad. He just worked like that.

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

He was very smart to say so. "And were the professionals at the diner up to the task of waffles?" Caroline inquired. "I mean, I haven't heard anything about people being poisoned there, but you never know."

[stars_and_money]

"They were some pretty kickass waffles," he said with a light nod, as he put his box of cereal down on the counter. "But, I think Bod works there or something, so they would probably be extra careful about not poisoning him, anyway."

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

Bod works at the diner, this was news to Caroline. She filed it away with a little smile at Jeremy for sharing. "That's good. Even if it makes me want waffles. Whatever, it took too much to make this coffee only to abandon it for the diner."

[stars_and_money]

Jeremy found himself a mug, then went to pour himself some coffe. "Hey, the day's way young," he noted with an easy smile. "Waffles aren't just for breakfast, you know. There's a lot of time for those later."

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"I don't know, I've only ever experienced breakfast waffles," Caroline replied, kicking her feet up on the table as she watched him walk around. "Like, sure I've heard of people putting stuff like fried chicken on waffles, but seriously? Eating that? Not so much my style."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

Nathan was an expert at not being hungover so he looked just about as fresh as a daisy when he wandered into the common room a little later. No, he was not following his roommate but she was a lot more fun to talk to than just laying in bed and staring at their ceiling.

"Did you not make me breakfast?" he asked when he wandered in, still stretching and yawning. "I was looking forward to a big plate of biscuits and gravy this morning. Why is reality so fucking cruel?"

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

Caroline frowned at Nathan's appearance in the common room. "And why would I make you anything ever? I seem to have forgotten the part where roommates were in charge of feeding one another."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"I took you out last night," he reminded her, flopping down beside her and putting his feet. He yawned again and scratched a hand through his hair. "Doesn't that make the morning after the night out your responsibility or something? I think there's a law somewhere that states that and you wouldn't wanna break the law, would you?"

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"Um, you didn't take me out so much as I went out to the same place as you and fun was had," Caroline corrected, not wanting him to try to make too much out of their going out for roommate bonding time. "Besides, there's no law like that."

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"Wow, did you just fucking panic about last night?" Nathan asked, forgetting about breakfast because of her reaction to a simple statement. "I took you out. I asked you, you said yes, and thus, we went out. It's how it happened, Caroline."

Maybe she'd panic again.

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

"Wait-wait-wait," Caroline said, turning toward Nathan and holding up a hand. "You think we went on a date?" Because no. So much no.

[tripledmyself.livejournal.com]

"You mean, it wasn't a date?" he asked, putting on what he thought was a great mask of confusion. "And here I thought we'd had a wonderfully exciting first date."

No, he really didn't think it was a date but since she was getting all weird about it, who was Nathan to set her straight without having some fun?

[puppywithatutu.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Nathan looking confused was totally a sign of joking happening. "Oh shut your face," she said, reaching out to shove him lightly. "When I go on dates, I dress way better than I do for roommate bonding time, anyway."