2nd Floor Common Room [Sunday, Evening]

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After a good long lie-in, of the kind Kate never usually had, she'd called it a day off and made pie. Apple pie. It was a little known fact, that she left little known. Baking just didn't work for her badass image in the way that hitting things and glaring at people did.

But, spending her afternoon on that meant that this evening, she got to stretch out on the couch and eat pie. It was worth showing some domesticity.

Yes, she could have just pulled some bread out of the cupboards or microwaved something wrapped in plastic, but after a lifetime without processed food, she still found it... well, kind of disgusting. There were some things that were just better for being made from scratch.

It looked terrible, but tasted damn good, and went well enough with checking out what passed for entertainment. So far, still convinced the answer was 'nothing good'. The answer might change if she ever found anything that wasn't reality TV or a trashy talk show.

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[necroslacker]

"Scary freak is a broad definition," Sam retorted, shrugging. "You're the one that defined me to something specific. Mine's not a label. Mine's just...a ballpark figure or something."

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That felt a lot like semantics, and Kate shook her head. "Lets put it this way. I'm not scared of you." She shrugged. "Too bad."

[necroslacker]

"I'm sorry, where did you get the idea that I was trying to scare you?" Sam asked, making a face at her now. "I told you I'm a scary freak but that doesn't mean I'm gonna jump out from behind a corner and say 'boo' to try and scare people. Difference there. Scary and trying to scare. One's an adjective and one's something jocks do on Halloween."

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"You do keep telling me how scary you are." Which was enough to confuse someone into wondering if you wanted them to think it was true. "Why are you so determined you are?"

[necroslacker]

Sam shrugged, not really having a good answer to that question. So, he just said, "The proof's in the pudding."

Sam didn't really know what that little turn of phrase meant but he'd heard people use it before and it popped into his mind first thing so he went with it.

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Yeah, Kate wasn't entirely sure if that fitted, and if it did... how. "Well, if that was the vaguest answer possible," she noted, with a shake of her head.

"I guess someday, you owe me some pudding." If he was going to be vague, she was taking it literally, just because she could.