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Fifth Floor Common Room, Friday Afternoon

Jeremy was getting a fake little sibling tomorrow. He was pretty pumped about it, because his three elder siblings and a twin sister meant he'd never been a big sibling before. Even a fake one. And he was taking this new responsibility very seriously.

By lounging on a common room sofa, sipping coffee and dictating stuff into his phone about everything he thought he should remember to tell the new kid.

"-- oh, and the deer? Are apparently actually that color just by nature."

Now if he could only get someone to type his ramblings out and make a coherent list of them by tomorrow.

[ooc: Open common room!]

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That got a little smile out of Ariel. "It's kind of nice when that happens," she mused. "But, if you're not that lucky, I find that if you're just really earnest about it, then they can't help but believe you, because why would you make some of that stuff up? And so much of it, too."

"I didn't believe my big bro when he told me about it," Jeremy admitted with smile that was probably a little sheepish if you looked at it right. "I though I was being hazed." He shrugged, because what could you do? "So you've done the sib thing too?"

"Yeah," Ariel said with a faint grin, "but one kind of didn't count because it was a returning student, so he already knew most of the things I'd be telling them. But I found it works with any new student, really. And when I was new, everything was actually pretty strange."

Jeremy smiled and nodded. "For me too!" Well, he was a city kid from Manhattan. For him, it'd been strange to be in Maryland. "But it gets less weird, right? You get used to it, so why not hear about it right away?"

"Exactly!" Ariel said with a laugh. "I'll try to keep an eye out for your sibling, and if I run into him or her, I'll be sure to help convince them if they need it. It'll be even more convincing if two people are saying the same thing, right? So long as they don't think we're in cahoots."

"Unless they think we're pulling a really elaborate prank," he agreed. "But even if they don't believe, at least we won't have lied. They'll just save the gratitude for when they do believe it, which they will."

Like Jeremy had done, for one.

Ariel giggled a little at that. "They'll be waking up in the middle of a field somewhere after having spent the weekend as a talking can of beans and the first thing out of their mouth will be, 'Boy, I guess Jeremy and Ariel were right! I owe them cupcakes.'"

"And I love cupcakes," Jeremy grinned, leaning back against the couch. "See, honesty is totally worth it just for the rewards."

"Oh, man," Ariel laughed, hands going to her stomach, "you've just reminded me I've gone a whole week without a single cupcake! You don't suppose there are some in the cupboards, do you? That's another thing that's great to share with new kids! All the food in the common rooms!"

Jeremy glanced idly towards the kitchen area. "I don't know, I didn't look. But I should totally order some more mimosa cupcakes from the bakery, they were maximum. I bet those would be good to share with people too."

"Mimosa cupcakes?" Color Ariel intrigued. She tried to think if that was a cupcake from cupcake class, but it didn't ring any bells. And if it was a cupcake she hadn't tried yet, this needed to be changed.

"Jules suggested them in class," Jeremy clarified. "I got a craving so I had some made."

"So...you think if I called up J,GoB right now, they'd make some more for us?" Ariel offered, her eyes shining. She didn't even really know what a mimosa was, but it just sounded yummy.

"Sure," Jeremy shrugged easily. "You could probably just put it on my tab, too."

Tripp was going to be so unimpressed with him.

"Pffttt." Ariel snorted, shifting a little so she could pull her phone out of her pocket. "If anything, we should go halfsies on it. Especially since I plan on eating about halfsies myself."

"If you insist," Jeremy replied, shrugging again. "But seriously, it'd be no trouble. I have the money, and you'd still be totally welcome to as many as you like."

"Tempting," said Ariel, going through her phone, which wouldn't take long because of course she had J,GoB on easy access. "But I've got money, too, and, you know, responsibility for your cupcakes and all that. Hold on."

The phone went to her ear and there was a conversation that occurred with a lot of giggling on Ariel's part and a few hints of something that suggested that whatever it was Ariel was ordering, they were glad it was only mimosa cupcakes.

"Okay, thanks!" she said, ending the call and turning a smile on Jeremy. "They said I should pick them up in about half and hour and we'll be set."

Having watched the call pretty closely if only because it was the only entertainment around at the moment, Jeremy smiled back at her.

"Great," he said. "You seem to be really good at ordering stuff."

What a random compliment, but it was his style.

"Oh," Ariel shrugged as if it were nothing, though she did feel an odd sense of pride at the compliment, however random it may have been. "I do it a lot. The pizza guys are my favorite; they always seem really excited to try whatever new thing I throw at them. Well, no, actually, Miss Burrows was the best, really. She could think of some really smart ways to deep fry whatever I came up with."

"Who's Miss Burrows?" Jeremy... didn't really know too many people from town by name. "And why are deep frying things? Is it like a food experiment?"

"It all started," Ariel said, in the tone of one letting another in on some grand epic, "when I thought about deep frying a Cheeto. From then on in, yeah, it became an adventure in finding out what else might be good deep fried, especially since the deep fried Cheetos were kind of...underwhelming. But she owned Luke's Diner. I think she left, though, so I'm not sure who's in charge of it now...or if they'll let me deep fry things. I've been kind of busy lately."

"Sounds interesting." And that was actually sincere. Hey, Jeremy liked food just as much as the next person, and he'd heard of worse projects. "What's kept you so busy?"

"Well," Ariel shrugged again, "part of it was going home this week. That definitely takes me out of things for a bit for obvious reasons, but it's nice to see everyone. I'd like to say another part of it is because Jim has a solar powered flying surfboard, but most of it's really been the fact that now that Jenny's gone, she actually passed on the management of Pixie Dust to me. It's so much work! But it's really exciting, too. I can't wait for next week; I might get to hire a newbie!"

Jeremy looked impressed. "Wow." Actually, that was a lot of stuff, but he was going to latch onto that last bit. "You actually get to manage the store now? That's kind of huge, congrats!"

"Thank you!" Really, how could Ariel not beam. "I hope I don't screw it up, but, clearly, I've gone a long way from the girl who got yelled at for letting someone pay with an I.O.U. In my defense, though, he totally paid back eventually. It is a lot, but it's going to a really fun challenge. It's kind of impossible to not have a fun challenge when clothes are involved, really."

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