Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[lockestheway]

Peter prided himself in being able to adapt to any situation in a short span of time. By the end of this week, he was genuinely no longer thrown by their current location. Skeptical of half the stories that had been told him, yes, but a touch of healthy skepticism had never helped anyone.

He'd also noticed the importance everyone here seemed to put on their friendships with one another. Their little common room get-togethers. And, wel, it was obvious he was already a little behind, PR-wise, here. So what else could he do but move his ass to the common room in the morning and set out some cereal? Enough to make it look like a properly catered breakfast.

It took a little planning, sure. But if his brother had managed to make friends here - of course he had - then he'd just have to pretend to be just as loveable as Ender to get ahead.

So, cereal, a stack of plates, bread, stuff like that. And Peter with a bowl of cornflakes, watching the news.

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[lockestheway]

"Hey, I was getting some food for myself, and I thought: I can't be the only hungry teenager on the third floor," Peter said, his voice still firmly lodged in 'friendly'.

He really, really hoped this one wasn't going to be another juvenile delinquent.

"I'm Peter. Just recently moved in."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Effy. Soon to move out," she shared, snagging a few pieces from her bowl of milk-free cereal to eat.

Totally a juvenile delinquent. But reformed! Sort of.

"What's with the bribery?" There were so few people who actually did that kind of thing purely out of the kindness of their hearts.

[lockestheway]

"According to Kate, 'third floor pride' is a thing," Peter said, shrugging magnanimously. "I didn't want to get clobbered by any elderly third floorers who didn't feel I'd paid my tribute accordingly."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"We prefer the word 'experienced'." Effy huffed a little laugh. "I've been shit at it anyway." So, one elderly third floor resident who wouldn't be bitching him out for lack of pride, at least.

[lockestheway]

"But not shit enough not to take my cereal," Peter observed. "I'm feeling ever so maligned."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"I don't think you need to be full of floor-related pride to take advantage of food," she pointed out. Which is really all she was doing.

"Can't go without a good fluorescent breakfast now can I?" Ah, American breakfast cereals. She might actually miss these.

[lockestheway]

"It's the best way to get your glow-in-the-dark points early," Peter had to agree. "But should I let you have them, that's the question."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Well, technically... she already had them. So.

"Are you going to take them away from me?"

[lockestheway]

"I might have to, if you continue to insult the honor of the third floor, ma'am."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Wow, we brainwashed you quick," Effy remarked, looking amused. "I'm impressed."

How she'd insulted the honor of her floor, she wasn't quite sure, but-- whatever, this was entertaining all the same.

[lockestheway]

"It is high school," Peter said. "Brainwashing's what we do here, right?"

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Only part," she told him. "Be so boring if we didn't fill in with some alternate kinds of manipulation, wouldn't it?"