Fifth Floor Common Room, Thursday Evening

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Roy's stuff was all packed up, ready for him to head out tomorrow. He'd found a cheap apartment in a crappy part of New York, and he had a job lined up working at an outpatient rehab clinic. Heading group therapy. He still wasn't sure why they thought he was the man for the job, considering some days he still didn't feel all that recovered himself, and he probably would stay in it exactly until he found something else, but...maybe he could help some people, you know? And he needed the money for rent.

In the meantime, he had one last thing he had to do before he left town: make chili. He'd been wanting it, and...well, it was always funny when someone tasted it for the first time, so he hoped some unsuspecting kid would drop by. Even superheroes have their evil streaks.

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"They measure how hot peppers are," Roy explained helpfully. "Like, a bell pepper has zero Scoville units. This chili has many many of 'em."

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So, Roy Harper Hot? Heh. "How many manys of nuclear radiation did you expose me to, cowboy?"

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"This is completely radiation-free chili, Raccoon Girl," he assured her.

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"We'll see," Kenzi said darkly. "If I mutate back into a nocturnal rodent, I'm breaking into your room." To take pictures!

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"You gonna come all the way to New York to do it, or are you planning on getting furry tonight?" Roy joked.

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"Depends on how fast-acting your chili is," Kenzi said. Then paused.

Yes, that sounded quite dirty in her head. She chortled.

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"...no, I'm going to be a gentleman and not go there," Roy decided. For once.