Third Floor Common Room | Monday Afternoon

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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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"Hey, me too!" Not the trembling part. The other part. "The apple fritters they had at the picnic were awesome. And don't even get me started on those chicken strips."

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"They were something," Chuck agreed with a laugh. "I've been to a lot of those at this point, you learn to hoard it all away for later while you can."

"I'd say it was a survival thing, but honestly, it's not like we go hungry around here." There was always someone cooking something. Even if it did have catfish eyeballs in.

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"There is a lot of food," Miley agreed. "Definite shortage of Southern food, but I'll take what I can get."

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"What's the stuff you're missing most?" Chuck wondered, leaning back against the counter near her. "The catfish? Or was that just the one you know how to cook best?"

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"It's my daddy's favorite," Miley said with a little shrug. "Felt like the thing to make."

Then she leaned in a little, almost conspiratorily, and continued, "But my real favorite is mac and cheese and bacon. It's, like, so bad for you, but my dad makes it with just the right ratio of cheese to bacon... it's awesome. For some reason he won't Fed-Ex it to me, though."

SIGH.

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"I don't know how Fed-Ex-able mac and cheese really is," he had to admit with a chuckle. "But I do agree, that sounds completely awesome. Mac and cheese, and with the addition of meat just sounds like it going to be better."

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"Maybe next time I should make that," she considered thoughtfully. "I mean, there's no way in heck Daddy would give me the recipe, but how hard can it be to mix up some bacon in with the noodles?" She flashed Chuck a grin. "Can I mark you down as a taste-tester?"

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"So long as it is eyeball-free, I am your guy for taste testing," he assured her. "I know better than to say no, when a girl offers food."

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"Cool," she proclaimed. "I'm Miley, by the way."

Followed by the big, adorable smile she gave all the cute guys here. There were so many of them that her teeth were really getting used to this.

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"I ah... I'm Chuck," he offered in return, pointing unnecessarily to his own chest. Chuck? Easily made stammery by the pretty girls with the big smiles.

"You're living on this floor, I guess?" He assumed, mostly because he didn't often go making food on the floors that weren't his.

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"Yep! Three-eleven. Right down there." She pointed down the hall in the direction of her room. "I share with Surreal, if you know her. Which is... interesting."

AKA? She didn't love it.

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"I... don't think I know her, no," Chuck admitted. It was an odd name, but around here that wasn't really so odd. "Why interesting?"

Oh come on, he had to ask, when she put it like that.

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"Well, there's the thing where she has a vendetta against contemporary music," Miley said. "For starters."

...Sorry, Chuck. She could gossip with the best of them.

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"Like a vendetta vendetta?" Maybe because Chuck was from a similar enough age to this one, the music didn't seem so far out. "Where she breaks your CD's and tries to throw your iPod out the window?" It was worth checking!

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Like Miley knew whether that was the right word. Please. She wasn't much of a student.

"Like, she insisted on fully dissecting the songs I played for her," she explained. "All 'Can you really break a heart?' and 'Why is she squealing like that?'" She rolled her eyes, indicating how very offensive this behavior was.