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2nd Floor Common Room; Monday Evening

Leo didn't have class until Wednesday, which meant that Monday and Tuesday were usually spent with him spending all day at work doing personal projects (like the nerd he was) or doing what he was doing now, watching TV in a pair of sweatpants that had seen better days and a Camp Half Blood t-shirt. There was some cheesy ghost show on the Discovery Channel right now that he was fairly sure had no basis on reality but was entertaining just for the bad reenactments. He had also managed to mix every kind of sugary cereal in the pantry together and poured some chocolate syrup over it to ensure that he'd be bouncing off the walls later when he actually did try to do some work.

All in all not a bad way to spend an evening.

[Open common room is open, of course]

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"Kiss kiss?" Karla called sticking her head into the common room. "Has anyone given thought about dinner yet?"

By 'given thought' Karla mostly meant 'begun cooking.' She was hungry, dammit, and willing to chip in for delivery if no one was cooking.

"Does cereal count as dinner?" Leo asked around a mouthful around the concoction he had come up with. It could seriously put someone in a diabetic coma.

"Probably!" Karla said, brightening as she spotted her newest little sib. "Which kind is it?"

Upon seeing the concoction for what it really was, Karla would almost certainly have to decide the answer was 'no.' There were some culinary depths that even she would not sink to.

"Uh...Reese's Puffs, Lucky Charms, Fruity Pebbles, and Count Chocula," Leo listed off, looking down at his bowl. "Oh, and chocolate syrup."

"Ew." That would be added to Ariel's Cheetos-topped pizza on the 'foods even Karla wasn't brave enough to try' list. "Like for a dare?"

"No, like for fun," Leo said. He sounded like he had no idea why someone would find that gross. "What, you don't like chocolate or marshmallows or...whatever it is Fruity Pebbles are made of?"

He was fairly sure it wasn't actually fruit.

"Not all at once," Karla said, shaking her head. "And I'm pretty sure that the Puffy things are made out the of the same material their box is."

A lot of the cereals Leo had mentioned mostly tasted like weird chemicals to her. Though she could ignore that for the sake of Lucky Charms' tasty marshmallow shapes. "If I order pizzas, will you want to share?" she asked, giving his bowl a dubious look now that she could actually see it. His milk was multicolored.

He was planning to drink the hell out of that multicolored milk too. Pizza did sound like a nice counterpart to his sugary appetizer though.

"Heck yeah, I'll share. I'd never say no to pizza." Leo set down his bowl onto the coffee table and started fishing around his pockets. "I've got a couple bucks on me."

What he initially pulled out of his pockets was not anything resembling US currency. Golden drachma had it's uses, but paying pizza guys was not one of them.

Karla was watching the milk with a kind of horrified fascination. It was interesting to see what colors would dominate with each movement of his spoon.

She did smile at the the drachmas, though. She'd had nothing but gold coins and goldmarks when she'd arrived, too. "Any particular toppings?" she asked. "The Healer in me is probably going to insist on something with vegetables and meat, just to balance all that sugar."

Because pizza was completely healthy, yup!

"Oh I'll eat anything," Leo told her, smiling when he finally found a couple bucks. "Pineapple, anchovies, peanut butter. Whatever you want, I'll eat it."

"You are not combining pineapples and peanut butter on my pizza," Karla declared with a grin. "Little sibling or not, some things are just too much."

Hmm. There were two of them, but other people might show up, so...at least five pizzas. Maybe six.

Calling in her phone, she asked, "Any favorites? I'll be getting a few..."

"Peppers!" Leo said immediately. "Ask if they've got jalapenos or anything that might cause third degree burns on your tongue."

Karla just looked at him. Sadly. "It's like you hate me," she said, hitting Pizza Planet's number in her phone. "Pain isn't actually a flavor, you know."

A few minutes later and the order for pizzas was in, including one for the spiciest pizza known to man. Karla was going to make Leo carry that one. Glacia wasn't exactly known for its spices.

"I bet you I'll still have to put hot sauce on it to make it just the perfect amount of spicy," Leo told her. "They don't make things hot enough for me."

That...was true in more ways than one.

"It's going to melt through a plate," Karla informed him. "And when it drips over your hand and you get blisters forever, I am not going to Heal you. So there."

Beat. "Well, not without laughing anyway."

"It's a risk I'm willing to take," Leo said with a firm nod. "Bodily harm is totally worth a good slice of pizza."

"I agree with all of that, except your definition of good," Karla said with a sigh. "If I wanted to set my mouth on fire...Hell. I never want to set my mouth on fire!"

"You just wait until I'm eating my fiery pizza," Leo said. "You're gonna be totally jealous of how awesome it is."

"Yes," Karla agreed blandly. "I've never had third degree burns on my tongue before. I'm sure it would be a new and exciting experience all the way around."

"It'll be a nice story to tell!" Leo insisted. "Or, well, a funny story to tell. Be good at parties."

"So, this one time? With pizza? I burned all the skin off the roof of my mouth off!" Karla teased, laughing. "And then everyone could gather round and I'd show them the hideous scars on the inside of my mouth. Leo, I think as your big sister, I am legally obligated to help you redefine what's fun at parties."

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