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Fourth floor common room, Wednesday morning

Rapunzel was feeling pretty good this morning, and as part of that she was trying to get back into a regular routine. She'd gotten up early, tidied up her room, and almost immediately headed to the common room where she'd made a huge batch of muffins.

And now that said muffins were in the oven (and smelled positively delicious as they were baking!) Rapunzel had a moment to sit down and brush her hair. A few moments.

A lot of moments.

This could take a while.

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"Miley," she replied with a smile. The kind of smile you gave a cute guy when you didn't realize he'd figured out that you weren't that bright. "Nice to meet you."

[[And now I run to class!]]

"You haven't been here long, have you?" he wondered. "I don't think I've seen you."

"Nope! Just since the summer." Head-tilt. "God, that's so weird to say. When I came here, at home it was the beginning of September."

Yes, Miley. Not like there were people on the island who'd come from centuries away to get to Fandom, or anything. Now, two whole months -- that was a burden.

Dolf shrugged a little, companionably. Though really, she was talking to the wrong person if she wanted to complain about two months. "I got stuck in the past for a while before I came to Fandom," he said. "I'm from 2006, but I was teleported here from 1212."

"Whoa," she said, whistling. "Was it all weird and caveman-y?"

Miley, honestly, now.

That... was a bit of staring. "No," he said, "1212. The Dark Ages? Cavemen are thousands and thousands of years before then."

"Oh, duh," she laughed. She hadn't known that. Don't be fooled, Dolf. "Was it fun?"

Miley, he'd just called it the Dark Ages. So... no.

"You know, it makes me think of that Disney show about the family that tries to go on vacation to the past but their time machine broke and they got stuck! But then the boy ended up falling in love, so it was all okay!"

Yeah, Dolf hadn't done that - at least not until Fandom ~~or if you counted that godawful English-language Crusade in Jeans film they did~~. And then Cally had disappeared.

"I spent three months traveling with the Children's Crusade," he said. "It was hard."

And now he felt awkward. And slightly out of place, talking to someone like Miley.

Oh.

Yeah, she didn't know what that was, but she knew it was pretty much guaranteed to be bad.

"I'm sorry," she offered sincerely. "But you're... okay now?"

"It was a year ago," Dolf said, with an idle shrug that he didn't mean in the slightest. "Life goes on. And this place must be very different from Los Angeles, too."

Impromptu subject change out of awkwardness and an unwillingness to talk? Why, yes.

"It is!" Miley agreed, gratefully jumping into the change of topic. "Like, not just the weather, you know? Or the whole... lack of cars thing. Or lack of closet space. I mean, seriously, who makes a closet that's less than fifteen square feet?"

#popstarproblems

There was a moment as Dolf worked out the feet-to-meters thing in his head.

Then there was another moment as he mentally boggled.

Then a third moment, before he said, "...everyone?"

"Not at home!" she said emphatically. "The ones here are tiny compared to my closet at my house."

True (http://i51.tinypic.com/2ezrdqr.png).

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"So?" Dolf asked, blinking. "It's not like you could ever get that much stuff anyway."

Head-tilt.

"But... I do."

Of course she did.

"...Well, you don't need it."

"Of course I do!"

Oh, Miley, please stop.

And now Dolf was starting to get angry. Congratulations, Miley. "And what's so important about your stuff?"

"It's cute! And there's sentimental value! Like, see, this bracelet here, my best friend Lilly gave me when I was, like, thirteen. And I have this totally ugly shirt my dad gave me on my fourteenth birthday, and I'm never going to wear it, but it's important to him that I have it! See? Important!"

Had she really managed to piss off the sweetest guy at Fandom? God, Miley.

"And all of this is enough to fit in a closet that big?" Dolf asked, staring. "You don't need all that. What you need is food and water and something warm and someplace to sleep."

"Well, yeah, but I have that," Miley said reasonably. "That doesn't make me not need clothes."

"Not a fifteen feet big closet," Dolf retorted. "That's not just more than you need to keep warm, but more than you need to keep clean."

Sorry, Miley. Dolf just had limited patience with first world problems.

Oh, no, this was entirely Miley's fault. Dolf was entirely free of blame.

"Yeah, but they're important to me," she repeated stubbornly. "And they make me feel good about myself. Isn't that important?"

Dolf squinted. "Isn't it bad if you need clothes to make you feel better about yourself?" he asked.

"Oh, please," Miley said, waving a hand. "Come on. With the billboards and the advertisements and the pop stars in the glittery clothes, all girls want to look pretty. And looking pretty means pretty clothes, and pretty clothes take up space, and space requires a closet." She nodded vigorously. "See?"

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