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]

"Well, it had started out as this sort of blown-out-of-proportion internet feud," Freddie said. "The problem is, my friend Carly isn't a fighter, at all. She's kind of a marshmallow. A cute, adorable one. So if the fight was supposed to be real, she'd have... well, it ended up sort of real, but it wasn't supposed to!"

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"You have a very odd show, don't you?" Bruce asked.

[randomspanish.livejournal.com]

"We once made some Dingo channel writers dress in bikinis and fling dog food at each other," Freddie said. "So yeah, it's a very odd show."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"No offense meant, but it doesn't really sound like a show for me," Bruce said.