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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[hurtingzeebo]

Sam looked sideways at her and had a spoonful of soup before responding.

"You're a little bit weird, aren't you, Miley."

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"...No."

That part came out with wide eyes and a definite eye twitch.

She failed at keeping secrets, okay!?

[hurtingzeebo]

"It's cool," Sam assured her. "I dig weird people." If she didn't, she never would have ended up spending all her time with Carly, Spencer, Freddie and Gibby.

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"Oooookayyyy," Miley said, giving Sam a look that said she wasn't sure whether or not to be offended by that. "And you consider yourself weird, right?"

...Just making sure.

[hurtingzeebo]

"I've been told I might lean in that direction."

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"Just as long as we're on the same page."

Because they so, so were.

[hurtingzeebo]

Perhaps Disney and Nickelodeon weren't that different, after all.

D'awwwww.

"Sure thing. And if you ever wanna become a web star, let me know."

Because that was clearly the best idea ever.