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Third Floor Common Room | Monday Afternoon

Miley was maybe missing the cabins already. It just didn't seem fair that they had to move right when they'd finally gotten to a good temperature! But then again, that meant she didn't have to be around a bunch of cranky (but cute!) boys anymore, so it wasn't a total loss.

Still, her cabin nostalgia manifested itself when she marched right up to the common room, groceries in hand, and got started on making some catfish stew. It differed from the recipe in that she left the eyeballs in. They were the best part!

...Thank you for today's class, Alistair. All that cooking had made her want to make... this. Enjoy the smell of fish on the third floor, everyone.

[[Open common room!]]

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He was most blessed! Manannan always kept the eyeballs to either himself or the cat!

"Thank you," he said, taking the bowl and giving Miley a little bit of a bow in appreciation. "It looks as wonderful as it smells. Have you been cooking for a very long time?"

"Pretty much." She grinned. A cute boy who bowed at her! Neither of the guys in the cabin had ever bowed at her. "My Grandma Ruby taught me when I was little. I guess 'cause she knew she sure as heck wasn't gonna teach my brother anything."

As Miley had spoken, Alexander had managed to shovel in a spoonful of the soup. His second spoonful, however, was much smaller, as he was remembering that even fish soup should require the proper way of eating. Still, a small slurp couldn't be helped, and he chuckled. "Is that so?" he asked. "Does he really not have much of a culinary hand, or is this just part of the conspiracy that sisters believe their brothers can't be taught anything at all?"

...He so got her.

"He's just kinda bad at everything," she explained. "Like, everything. One time, he lost his phone. It was in the refrigerator."

That was enough to distract Alexander from insisting that sisters always thought their brothers incapable. He blinked at her.

"What in the heavens was his phone doing in a refrigerator?"

There were many things about this world that he did not understand, and that was definitely going to be up there.

Miley shrugged, throwing her arms up. "I don't know! Don't ask me how that boy thinks. We gave up expecting normal from him a long time ago."

God, Jackson.

"You don't store your phone in ridiculous places, do you?"

Alexander chuckled. "Not unless you consider my pouch or the top of my dresser to be ridiculous," he was proud to admit, especially since he had only had a cell phone since coming here.

"Good." That earned him a thumbs-up. "For the record, a pocket would've worked too, but you pass."

Pass what? Nobody knew!

The dumb brother test, obviously! Alexander was proud to gain such acceptance, though he was pretty sure Rosella would have asked for a second opinion.

"But refrigerators are right out," he said with as solemn a nod as he could managed with a chuckle. "I assume, then, that a freezer would be a most unacceptable place as well."

"You're getting the hang of this," she laughed. "Or an egg carton, or a cheese drawer, or inside the back keys of a piano. Which is where Jackson lost his credit card."

Thankfully, Alexander's job allowed him to actually know what one of those were, too.

"Perhaps," he mused, "he was hoping to merely charge his tune."

It was a terrible pun that didn't even really work if you thought about it too much, but his father would have been proud.

Miley didn't laugh. Sorry, Alexander. She had a thing about failed puns.

"Ooooookaaaaay," she said after a moment. "Sure."

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