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Fifth Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening [ 01/30 ].

Ariel was hungry, but Ariel was also lazy, and, since she really shouldn't be cooking anyway, she was glad she was discovering the joy that was toaster-ready French Toast.

She only even burned a few of them! And that could easily be solved by dousing them in plenty of maple syrup. A little bit of orange juice to wash it down, and Ariel was feeling like she had herself a plate full of culinary, gourmet awesomeness! Now to just find a comfortable spot on the couch, kick her feet up on the coffee table, and see if there was anything good on television to watch while she had her shut up totally healthy dinner.

[[ open common room is open and inspired by the fact that my awesome roommate made me nummy french toast for dinner!!! Roommate, you are winrar. ]]

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Raven had gone back up to her room again, cautiously checking to see if Ariel was there. She didn't want to just barge in and surprise her. Not finding her in room 509, she decided to check the common room, though she was loathe to be out in public. It was too soon.

She spotted the familiar head of red hair on the couch and called out softly, "Ariel?"

Ariel almost didn't hear the quiet voice over the sound of the television, but there was always that feeling in the back of your consciousness when someone said your name that makes you turn your head even if you don't really hear it, so she turned her head over her shoulder toward the door.

And let out a little excited squeal. "Raven! Hi! Come on, come here!" She was scooting, bouncing on the cushions to make room on the couch beside her. "Come help me find something good on television; it looks like slim pickings tonight!"

Well, that was certainly a different reaction than others she'd gotten, and Raven wasn't about to complain. There was no one else there at the moment, so she slipped into the room and settled beside Ariel on the couch. "I have no idea what might be on," she said. "It is Sunday, right?" Of course it was, that's how she knew Jono would be in the library.

Ariel nodded. "That's right. Have some french toast sticks, there's plenty! I got hungry. How are you feeling? Did you get back yesterday? I heard about it on the radio, and, boy, that was a surprise! I promise I didn't touch any of your stuff, except maybe to clean up a little. Have you been back to the room yet? I was just going to switch out the rose on your pillow yesterday, it's getting a little funky."

Hey, there was a lot to say when your roommate was dead for a few weeks and then came back.

"Thank you," Raven said, taking one of the french toast sticks. She'd only eaten Sookie's cookies since she'd come back, since an appetite was still eluding her.

"I am...well," she said. "I returned to our room briefly to change; the clothes I came back with were inappropriate. I did see the rose -- thank you for that. I hope you have been doing well in my absence."

Ariel smiled easily at Raven, though a little softer now. "You're welcome," she said. "And I have! It's been really quiet in the room without you, but, I mean, that was what it was like when Delirium left, too. But you're back! That was definitely...unexpected!" She said with a chuckle and a brighter grin. She was pretty sure there had to be a story there, but she didn't feel now was the time to ask.

"Have you seen Jono yet, too? I'll be he's going to be really excited!"

Raven tensed, biting at her lower lip. "I have," she said softly. "He was with those who found me and helped me come back."

Excited wasn't the word she'd use, though. Traumatized, yes.

A reaction like that had Ariel a little suspicious of her word usage a little herself, but she had no reason to think otherwise, so she just chalked it up to the fact that Raven had probably had one heck of a few past weeks.

"That's great!" she assumed. "Can I ask what happened? Oh, wait! Should I get some ice cream, and then asked what happened? Or, really, what happened is in the past now, too, so we can get some ice cream and talk about what's ahead since you're not dead after all! Man, that's got to feel great!"

She was getting caught up in her excitement again, bouncing where she sat and looking at Raven eagerly, though whether it was for the ice cream or the returned roommate, it was hard to tell. It could easily be either or both.

"No thank you," Raven said, "for the ice cream I mean. I am not very hungry."

She nibbled on the french toast stick, gathering her thoughts. She didn't want to scare Ariel with any of the gory details, so she kept the explanation as simple as she could. "I was brought back by someone wished to use my gifts for evil," she said. "But Jono -- and Karla, and Professor Skywalker, and Sookie and Bobby and Dinah and Tahiri and Warren -- they were able to free me and bring me back safely. I owe them all my life."

"That's a lot of people," Ariel said, tilting her head a little with a smile. "And I'm sure every one of them were glad to help. I know I would have been! I know it's always good to have someone who cares for you around when," you do something stupid, she added mentally, thinking of her own brushes with evil, "someone tries to use your gifts for evil and it ends up being way, way more than you thought you could handle."

Of course, without details, she only could compare it to her own experiences, but it seemed, as far as she knew, fitting enough.

Bruce started to walk into the common room when he saw that Ariel was in it with food that had to be cooked.

He was admittedly a little surprised that the room wasn't filled with smoke. "Is everything okay?" he asked suspiciously.

That set Ariel giggling. "Yes, Bruce," she assured him. "It's okay. They're toaster french toast! You just stick 'em in the toaster. A few of them got burned, but you can hardly tell with enough syrup. Want some?"

She asked with full confidence that the answer would just leave more for her.

"One piece," Bruce said. "And that's just to see if you're telling the truth about the taste."

"What, you don't believe me?" asked Arie, feigning shock...shock, I say! But she grinned as she held out the plate of syrup drenched french toast sticks for him to take his pick.

"The ones on the right are especially burnt," she hinted.

"Are you warning me, or trying to get me to take one?" Bruce asked.

"What do you think, hmmm?" Ariel asked, arching an eyebrow.

Though, to be honest, she wasn't sure herself. She left it pretty open-ended for however Bruce wanted to take it.

"I can't be positive with you," Bruce said. "But I'll take one of the burnt ones. It'll be the better test, and it'll leave you with the best ones since you're the one who wanted them."

"Awwww," Ariel chuckled a little. "I like how you worked that, Bruce. Such a gentleman."

"I try," Bruce said, taking one of the burnt sticks. "That really is a lot of syrup."

"I do not know how to begin to repay them," Raven said with a tiny answering smile. "But I wish to try. Somehow."

She had no idea about Ariel's own experience with evil; Ariel was innocent of such awful things, as far as she was concerned.

"You know, I think the toaster is really having some consistency issues," Ariel offered in defense.

"I'd think," Ariel said, looking thoughtful for a moment, with a distant smile on her face, "that just being back is more than anyone would want, and to know that you're happy..."

Man, this conversation was really making her think she should write to her father....and maybe throw in an extra visit, too.

"I'd consider arguing that point, but I've never used it. And I already have issues with one of the machines in this room," Bruce said.

"Ohmygosh," Ariel gasped. "What if the toaster is my version of the television for you?"

But then she frowned thoughtfully, and shook her head. "No, that can't be right. It puts out Pop Tarts perfectly..."

After taking a bite of the French toast stick, Bruce said, "I wouldn't worry about it too much. Even the burnt one isn't too bad."

"Seeeee?" Ariel said with a laugh. "It's the syrup that does it, I think. And the butter. Do you want another one? You can help yourself."

"I think I'll leave the rest to you," Bruce said. "I wouldn't want to take away too much of your inevitable sugar rush."

"Happy, yes," Raven said. She was happy to be back, as scared and uncertain as she was about being restored to life and what she'd done to her friends.

She impulsively reached over to hug Ariel.

"I think the word you're looking for is perpetual," Ariel pointed out with a grin.

"I'm sure there are some times when you're a little less hyper," Bruce said. "I can't recall any, though."

Ariel was rarely one to say no to a hug, especially if it was even one she didn't initiate. Though she hadn't expected it at all, she hugged Raven back tightly. "Definitely happy to have you back," she said into Raven's shoulder with a small chuckle. "Even if I'll have to go back to playing my music quieter again."

"I have my moments," Ariel assured him. "I mean, I know there was at least once when I had a genuine sulk off with Squall back at the cabins. I'm sure he'll probably just say whatever, but that's just because I think I won."

"What exactly were you sulking about?" Bruce asked.

"I...don't remember," Ariel admitted, narrowing her eyes for a second as she tried to think back over the summer.

And, really, as soon as she remembered what had occupied most of the time during the summer, it came back to her pretty quickly. "Oh, right," she said, turning her favorite shade of pink. "It was, uh...well...nothing I've been having any trouble with in a while..."

That was a nice way to put it.

"Cooking," Bruce said, well aware of the fact that they were in public and there could be squirrels listening in. "You're a very good cook, you know."

Ariel snorted, tempted to toss a french toast stick at Bruce's head. But she'd much rather eat it, so he was spared this time. "As you said yourself," she agreed, "the burnt ones aren't even that bad."

"I like music," Raven said, drawing back and rubbing a hand across her eyes so she wouldn't start crying again. She was exhausted from being so weepy. "Though if I am meditating, I would prefer something soothing."

Ariel laughed a little, lightly, smiling as if wanting to counter the sad look on Raven's face as she looked at her. "I think that's a fair request," she said, before adding, impishly, "Justin Beiber's totally soothing, right?"

"In that kind of cooking, there weren't any burnt ones," Bruce said encouragingly.

"You," Ariel warned him with a teasing voice after a little bit of a d'awww moment of blushing, "are very flattering today, you know that? Fess up. What do you want, Bruce?"

"Have you ever known me to be manipulative like that?" Bruce asked.

Okay, maybe. A little.

"I am not certain who that is," Raven said, not realizing just how EVIL her roommate was. EVIL. "I generally use what is termed 'new age' like Kitaro, but I am certainly open to other options."

EVIL.

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