Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday night

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

Continuing on with his new tradition of making a point to take some time to actually enjoy being social, Bruce made his way out to the common room. The TV was already on cartoons when he walked in, though. Classic Looney Tunes.

Really, Bruce probably hadn't even seen any of these cartoons since he was eight, but he found it amazing how quickly he related to it. The villain was designated as such by his use of a gun. The hero used his wits, disguises, and bent laws (both civil and physical) to overcome this shady Fudd character. Even when Fudd declared his intention to stew Bugs, the rabbit got out of it by declaring himself a fricasseeing rabbit and demanded that Fudd produce a license for that. And it worked! Absolute brilliance.

Who knew that Bruce was missing out on lessons that could have been inspirational just because he had long ago declared cartoons childish and not worth his time?

Bruce made some popcorn and kept watching as the less intelligent but apparently near-invulnerable (judging by how little he was killed after being shot in the face repeatedly), glory-seeking duck started to poke his bill into matters. That wouldn't eventually define the early dynamic between Bruce and a future friend. Not at all.

[OOC: I've been in a Looney Tunes mood anyway, but let's call it WB corporate synergy. Open as a common room tends to be.]

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[walkswithcoyote]

"You're missing out," she teased, "But I have to admit, water's generally pretty high up there on my favorite drinks list."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"But it has to be below hot chocolate, right?" Bruce asked.

[walkswithcoyote]

"Absolutely," Mercy said with a grin. "Everything ranks below that. And, of course, there are rankings within types of hot chocolates."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"Do I want to get you started on that?" Bruce asked.

[walkswithcoyote]

She laughed, "Probably not, though I'm sure you're smart enough that you could figure it out on your own pretty easily."

[willbethenight.livejournal.com]

"I had a hunch, yes," Bruce said.

[walkswithcoyote]

"Don't worry," she assured him with a smile. "I won't inflict my rating system on you."

Not that it was terribly complex. Instant, 'real' made with milk, and 'special' with spices.