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Second Floor Common Room [Evening]

Ramona had flung herself onto a couch in the common room, in the interest of actually being social. Now, granted, while she had the television tuned to reruns of Rescued by the Alarm -- because who didn't love reliving the early nineties? Such large phones! -- she did have her nose buried in a book as she kept half an ear on the TV.

Look, the last Barry Plodder movie was coming out in a matter of like, a week, and while she wasn't a super-fan or anything, she had to try and remember exactly what happened when those kids weren't just walking around in the woods all the time. That was all they seemed to do for like, half that book. So she was refreshing herself on the events that took place in the latter half of the book, because she didn't want to be caught off-guard again like she had when she saw the last movie and that cute goblin thing had bit it.

[totally open, omg. I am totally watching SBtB right now, too.]

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"Because I have a class taught by a pink pony who gives us cupcakes on the first day," Freddie said. "And I get to say that sentence, and I've not actually gone crazy!" He grinned. "That's great, isn't it?"

"Jesus Christ, the pony," Ramona said, looking a little alarmed. "I seriously was convinced for half the picnic that she was my own little hallucination. But I guess she's gotta be real."

"And seriously excitable," Freddie said, still amused by it all. "It's like... constant sugar high. I'd fear for the day she wakes up on the wrong side of the bed, but... do ponies even sleep in beds?"

It was a perfectly cromulent question.

"I'm the girl who thought she was hallucinating," Ramona pointed out, amused. "I'm the last person who'd know about their sleeping habits. But I guess she lives in the...stables?"

"You know, I didn't even think to ask," Freddie admitted. "I guess I'll have to ask next week. After I'm taught how to throw another type of party. By a pony."

He just kept smiling like a dork. "This place is so cool."

"You are having the opposite reaction than I would," Ramona replied. "Seriously, this doesn't make me go 'oh, this place is so cool.' This makes me think 'this place is like a bad acid trip.'"

"Well, I guess I just like silly things," Freddie said. "I definitely wouldn't enjoy an acid trip, though. I mean, they've always sounded pretty unfun. I can only imagine the cow my mom would have if I even thought about trying something like that."

"It's not always unfun," Ramona offered, raising a brow. "And I don't usually tell my mom those things. Unless yours is psychic or something. I mean, that'd be kind of a drag, having a psychic mom."

"I think she just has an overdeveloped motherly instinct," Freddie said. "She's definitely not psychic. That would drive anyone crazy, I think. Especially if their mom is as overbearing as mine can be."

Ramona smiled faintly. "At least you know she cares," she offered.

"Oh, that I know," Freddie said, smiling a bit himself. "I love her too, just... sometimes, you just don't want to take a tick bath, you know? Or wear non-antibacterial underpants."

...well, okay. "You sound like your life is free of irritants," she offered. "I mean, I had a tick on me once after camping and it wasn't any fun."

"Free of irritants, full of vaccinations and vitamins," Freddie said. "Mama Benson runs a very tight ship, I guess. Though it did sort of come in handy after I was stuck in bed for a couple days when I got hit by a taco truck. Even if she did insist on mashing my food with a mallet before I ate so I wouldn't choke."

"What were you doing standing in the way of taco trucks?" she asked. Priorities.

"Actually, I only got in the way so I could get my friend Carly out of the way," Freddie said. "She was crossing the street and it just came out of nowhere. So I quick pushed her out of the way but didn't have time to get there myself."

Freddie didn't share the odder details, like Carly was wearing a bunny suit and they were going to film a bit where she offered to brush people's teeth.

"How heroic of you," Ramona said mildly, tilting her head. "I mean, do you get free tacos for life now?"

"I wish," Freddie said. "We never actually took the guy to court or anything. We miiight have been jaywalking."

He made an ashamed face. Yes, he was ashamed of jaywalking.

"Oh, shame...boy whose name I don't know," Ramona said, tsking. "Shame."

Freddie chuckled. "Freddie. Freddie Benson. And yeah, we were just kind of caught up in the moment. We were filming a bit for our webshow, and Carly wasn't really looking where she was going."

"Ramona," she said with a little wave. "Ramona Flowers. And still. What did your mom think about you not looking both ways before crossing the street, mister?"

"She blamed Carly," Freddie said with an embarrassed shrug. "Which was not fun to witness. Especially during the time she chased Carly out of my bedroom while trying to hit her with a pair of my undies."

"That was weird."

"You have an interesting life, Freddie," Ramona told him, staring. "And I'm sort of honestly excited for parents' weekend, hearing about your mom. That'll be fun."

"Well, I hope she lives up to the hype," Freddie said with a chuckle. "Though I can only imagine how much she'd freak out if someone told her about the gremlins or any of the many less than safe things around here."

He shrugged. "I love her, but it's nice to be out from under her, you know?"

"You say that now," Ramona replied. "Wait 'til you get a tick."

"I am not going to get a tick," Freddie said, grinning. "And I won't get cloud burn, or break out because of a nonexistent citrus allergy, or any of the other things she tried to protect me from. I'm perfectly fine on my own."

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