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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[dollpocalypse]

Topher blinked. "Typical," he finally said. "Well, roof food-catching parties can be fun."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Think that would be new, even for here." At least, Effy hadn't seen one in the last couple of years.

"You the party throwing sort?" He didn't seem it, but looks could always be deceiving.

[dollpocalypse]

Topher laughed. "Nope. The food catching sort, maybe."

He held up his cereal bowl as proof.

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Would you be catching it for everyone?" she wondered, twitching a little smirk. "Or is it an every man... or woman, for themselves?"

[dollpocalypse]

"Every man for himself, pretty much," he admitted. "I'm not really the best sharer."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"So why purposely invite other people to your chosen food-catching area?" It didn't make a whole lot of logical sense.

[dollpocalypse]

Okay, that was a momentary stumper.

Then --

"Well, if you were there, you could get your own. I wouldn't have to give it to you."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Might steal all the good ones." Of... whatever hypothetical foods were raining from the sky. "Leave you with all the shitty reject pieces."

[dollpocalypse]

"Then I'd tackle you," Topher said easily.

No, it didn't occur to him that that was a thoroughly inappropriate thing to say. Socially inept, remember?

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

Effy's eyebrows twitched upwards in amusement. "And without me even knowing your name." Hardly a social dynamo herself. Inappropriate was somewhat of a talent of hers."

[dollpocalypse]

Then they were a matched set!

"It's Topher," he said helpfully. "Or Christopher, if you want to be more accurate. Let's go with Topher."

[pastmewrong.livejournal.com]

"Alright, Topher," she said, smirking, "I'm Effy." Only right that he got the name of the girl he was threatening to tackle for food.

"And now I know never to mess with your snacks. Good to know."

[dollpocalypse]

"Promise?" Topher laughed. "Well, good."

This really wasn't flirting, promise. He didn't know enough about how to function as a human being to attempt something as difficult as flirting.