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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.

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Unlike Miley, Chuck was way, way happier back at the dorms and far away from weird shiny pools of water. Getting swallowed into alternate universes made you warier of anything suspicious like that. Especially once they were told to GTFO.

It didn't make any dent in his curiosity in this, though, odd smelling or not, it was still food. "... What are you making?"

"Catfish stew!" she said brightly, peering over the counter where she'd been stacking plates and cutlery. "Want some? It's almost ready."

With so much else on his mind, Alexander wasn't sparing much thought for the reason they were all being relocated. He just worried that, whatever it was, it didn't get in the way of his plans to go home this week and investigate this Derek Karlavaegen situation.

However, there was a scent in the air immediately drawing him toward the common room and a hopeful distraction.

"What is it you're cooking?" he asked when he came in. "It smells absolutely delectable."

A princely palette, he had not.

That elicited a big, bright smile out of Miley. It was always nice to have her cooking complimented!

"Thanks! Do you want some? It's catfish stew. My daddy's recipe!"

Which made it award-winning, as far as she was concerned.

There was something about the 'catfish' part that made it vaguely less appetizing. Chuck had already eaten, but he wandered closer to take a look all the same.

"That's a uh, unusual... thing to learn how to cook," he noted. "I mean, of all the popular dishes--" Catfish stew wasn't really one of them.

Alexander couldn't help meeting a bright smile like that with one of his own, and a faint chuckle. "I should love some, if you are sharing, especially if it's a family recipe of yours."

"It's a Southern thing," she explained. "Very popular down in Tennessee. Trust me."

"Great!" She ladled up a spoonful from the pot and scooped it onto one of the plates, then bounced over to offer it to Alexander. "Heeeere you go!" she sang.

And because he was so nice to her, she gave him a scoop with an eyeball in it. You're welcome, Alexander.

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?"

"California, we stick more to the burger and pizza side," Chuck told her, grinning. "Or... that could just be me." He was always a junk food sort of kid, unless Ellie forced him to be otherwise.

"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."

Miley laughed. "Yeah, that's what my friends always told me," she said. "I lived in LA for a few years before I came here. Everyone was all 'Hey, get that fish away from me!' and 'Eeeew, an eyeball!'"

She sighed. Silly, silly California people.
"Where in California are you from?"

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."

"Oh, uh Encino?" Why did that sound like a question? Chuck cleared his throat and shrugged. "It's been a while since I went back there," he admitted.

"But I still have a bit of the 'ew, eyeball' in me." It was one of those things this place hadn't trained him out of.

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.

"Oh, come on! The eyeballs are great!"

Miley looked at the stew. There were only four eyeballs in it since she'd used two fish, but if he'd never tried it...
"Wanna try one?" she offered a bit reluctantly, scooping it out and offering it over to him.

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.

He didn't want to seem rude, but... no, not really. "I uh, actually just ate." Completely true! "Whole big Mooby meal."

"So the eyeball is all yours." It didn't seem like she'd be too upset by that.

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

Pass what? Nobody knew!

"Sweet!"

Which had her diving for it with her fingers and popping it into her mouth. Mmm, eyeballs.

There was something very sociopathic about her fascination with food.

With her mouth full, she realized how weird she probably looked, and blushed. "...Sorry."

"Oh, hey, no need for being sorry," he assured her, grin twitching at his lips. "I mean, I can appreciate the whole, awesome food thing."

"You haven't seen me at the Newbie Picnics, when they go overboard on the finger food... Mountains, tremble at the size of my plate."

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."

"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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