Fifth Floor Common Room, Saturday afternoon

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Well, it seemed the television didn't hate Bruce nearly as much as it normally did today. He would have liked to have watched that one prison movie, or even some soccer. Instead, it gave him the Yule Log, which was at least appropriate given the temperature. And that was better than one of the movie channels airing a marathon of the sparkling vampire movies.

Considering the show and the weather, Bruce felt it was only appropriate to spend a little time making some hot cocoa (with, yes, plenty for everyone). He didn't need a butler to do it or anything.

[OOC: I actually have a day free of work crushing my soul, so open CR!]

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[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

Freddie wandered into the common room with a plate stacked high with stale cinnamon sugar toast.

"...Do you like day-old toast?" he asked in general. "Because I have a lot of it to get rid of. Please? Help?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Sorry, I prefer it fresh," Bruce said. "Should I ask why you have that much stale toast?"

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"I kind of went overboard yesterday making toast to impress our guest on iCarly," Freddie said. "We actually had genuine pop star Hannah Montana, it was amazing."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Are pop stars usually impressed by toast?" Bruce asked, sounding a little skeptical.

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"She liked it," Freddie said with a shrug. "I thought it would come off as... thoughtful and simple and homey. It worked better than the time I made some for Shelby Marx, though."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Who's Shelby Marx?" Bruce asked. Honestly, he'd never heard of Hannah Montana either, but at least he had 'pop star' as an explanation there.

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"Oh, the champion women's MMA fighter?" Freddie said. "I guess she must only be in my universe."

He made a little face. "It is so weird having to say that."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Either that, or you just found someone who doesn't pay much attention to MMA," Bruce said. He preferred finding people who taught the styles used in MMA than watching the fights, of course. "But I think I can see how toast might not fly with her." The fighters he'd been around were at best a toast-neutral bunch.

Except for Ted Grant for some reason.

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, she was really hard to impress. But really pretty. And scary. She could totally beat me up with her little finger," Freddie said.

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy gave him an odd look. "The birds might appreciate it."

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"Are birds supposed to have cinnamon and sugar?" Freddie asked, not entirely up on the eating habits of avian animals. Hey, his mom wouldn't let him have pets.

[walkswithcoyote]

"I don't think it will hurt them and in this weather, food has to be hard to find," Mercy said.

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"I didn't know if it was like that thing where dogs and cats shouldn't have chocolate," Freddie said. "Good to know. If nobody else takes some, I'll go throw these out in the park and hope I don't get fined for littering."

[walkswithcoyote]

"Throw it out back of the dorms," Mercy suggested. "Shouldn't bother anyone there."

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Freddie chuckled. "I was just kidding about the littering thing. I don't think I know of anyone who'd arrest me because of feeding the birds. Unless it was Officer Carl. He doesn't like me so much. But that's not my fault."

[walkswithcoyote]

"Officer Carl... Is that the one Sam attacked with - something weird?" Mercy asked curiously.

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"Oh, no," Freddie said. "My friend Carly's older brother, Spencer? He once accidentally made a big neon sign over the highway that read 'Pee on Carl'. It didn't make officer Carl very happy."

[walkswithcoyote]

Hot chocolate! Mercy followed her nose to the common room. "Oh, that smells good. Just what you need on a day like this!"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"There's plenty to share. Help yourself," Bruce said. Recognizing the girl from Anakin's class, he asked, "Mercy, right?"

[walkswithcoyote]

She nodded. "Yes. And you're... Bruce?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Good memory," Bruce said. Slipping back to the original topic, he added, "The TV's stuck on the Yule Log and since it's cold out anyway, I figured a warm drink might be appreciated by anyone stopping by."

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy was already helping herself to some of the hot chocolate and rummaging to see if there were enough ingredients to make brownies. Hey, hot chocolate, brownies, a fire - even if it wasn't real... they all went together. "Well, you seem so good at everything..." She shrugged.

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Everything but topiaries," Bruce said. "It's my fatal flaw."

[walkswithcoyote]

Mercy laughed. "Well, I think we can forgive you topiaries."

She pulled out the last of the ingredients she'd been looking for. "Aha! How do you feel about brownies?"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I'm not opposed to them," Bruce said. "Do you bake a lot?"