Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

A trip in to town to see about exchanging money had led to the discovery of a post office. Remembering his discussion with Stacey yesterday, he'd decided on a whim to check it out, and had been assured that, yes, despite the time difference, any letters he wrote would reach home. After all the strangeness at the welcome picnic, he'd been inclined to believe it.

And so he was in the common room, writing a half-dozen dispatches to various people back home to assure them that he was, in fact, alive and well. Just not where he'd expected to be. Once he finished those letters, he figured he could check out the television, since his previous experience with the device had been rather brief.

[ooc: oooopen.]

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[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I don't suppose I've left a silver spoon in here?" Rilla asked, poking her head into the room while Jims sniffled against her shoulder. "He's refusing to eat from anything else tonight."

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

Ulrik had to resist the urge to make some sort of pithy remark regarding a certain idiom and his own status in life, because, well... how would this young woman he'd never even met know such a thing?

"I'm sorry to say I haven't seen one," he said instead. "But then, I haven't looked at all in the food preparation area."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla nodded. "Would you mind making sure he doesn't try to suffocate himself with a pillow while I look?" she asked, plopping Jims down on the floor.

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

"I haven't much experience with babies," (all ten of his younger siblings had never spent all that much time in his company as infants) he informed her, in the interests of full disclosure, "but I'm certain I can manage for a few minutes."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"You'll be fine," Rilla assured him, bustling into the kitchen area and rummaging through the drawers. "I'm Miss Blythe, and that's Jims."

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

"Miss Blythe," Ulrik echoed, watching as Jims gnawed on the corner of a blanket. "You prefer to be addressed by your surname?"

THAT'S RIGHT I BABYMODDED.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

OMG YOU DIRTY BABYMODDER

"On first introduction to a gentleman, yes," Rilla said, smiling.

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

"And I do like to think of myself as such," Ulrik replied, returning the smile. "My name is Ulrik- I haven't really got a proper surname myself, but the name of my House is Oldenburg, if that will do."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla perked up. "Royalty?"

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

Ulrik groaned, dropping his head into his hands. "Not even two days before someone figured it out," he lamented half-heartedly. "Yes."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

Rilla bobbed a curtsy. "It's very nice to meet you, your highness."

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

"Likewise," Ulrik said, blushing furiously. "But please, don't concern yourself with that sort of- with any of it."

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"I couldn't possibly call you Ulrik...could I?" Rilla flailed.

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

"It's a perfectly good name!" Even if he did have to share it with two half-brothers. Details.

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Well, in that case, you must call me Rilla," she decided.

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

"It's a deal, Rilla," Ulrik replied. "Did you have any luck with the spoon?"

[rilla-myrilla.livejournal.com]

"Yes!" she said, holding it triumphantly aloft. "Now he can have his mashed potatoes and no long be a monster."

Jims was drooling and babbling to himself.

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

"How lucky for him- and all of us- to have avoided such a fate," Ulrik joked.