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Fifth Floor Common Room, Sunday evening

Raven had been feeling a little lonely in Kaeleer, so she decided to stay in Fandom after her library shift, if only for the night. She busied herself in the common room making dinner -- spaghetti (since she hadn't managed to screw that up yet) with garlic, olive oil, and tomato paste. There was plenty to share, along with salad and garlic bread on the side.

After filling her plate, she settled in front of the TV, wondering if there was anything interesting to watch. Someone stop her before she found the ~~meta for~~ Game of Thrones marathon.

[Post inspired by my dinner. That recipe is simple yet nummy!]

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"Do you normally cook for a family of four?" Thelma asked wandering into the common room. It was a mild relief that the person who'd been cooking could actually see her.

Raven looked over her shoulder at Thelma as she came in. "Hello, Thelma," she said with a smile. "I made enough to share if anyone else was around."

She wasn't sure that Thelma could eat, though, and didn't want to be rude asking.

"Well good, because I'm not used to asking before I take," Thelma said, going to help herself to some garlic bread.

She took a bite and chewed for a moment. "Well, I'm around. So that counts for something, I hope. You have a nice day in the library?"

"You are welcomed to take as much as you wish," Raven said, impressed by a ghost's ability to eat and making note of that.

"The library was quite," she said, looking around for the remote so she could turn down the volume on the TV now that there was someone to talk to. "No one came in, so I listened to music for much of the day."

"They let you do that in a library?" Thelma mused, still eating. "Or are you just some library rebel, throwing out the rules when they don't suit you?"

She snickered a little at that thought, picturing Raven in a leather jacket and kicking over a bookshelf.

"Oh, no, I did not play it loudly," Raven said, shaking her head as she soaked up some sauce with a piece of garlic bread. "I would not wish to disturb anyone who did come in seeking to study or read. I had ear buds in so that I could listen at a reasonable volume."

She'd never assault an innocent bookshelf!

"Oh, that's not as rebellious, then," Thelma said with a grin. "You're starting to strike me as the wouldn't hurt a fly type, you know that? Which is awfully sweet. Awful if it's paired with 'won't speak your mind', though."

"I am a pacifist," Raven confirmed. "I do not believe in causing harm to another. But speaking my mind is not something with which I struggle."

Well. Sometimes.

"Good," Thelma said, emphasizing her word with a gesture of her half-eaten garlic bread. "Because while the gentle quiet goth girl thing can be cute, a little spunk is really necessary for a well-rounded person."

She took another bite. "That sounded a bit weird, didn't it?"

Raven laughed lightly. "You perhaps would not have cared much for me when I first arrived here in Fandom three years ago," she said. "I did not understand things such as humor nor did I approve of any sort of violence, even in play. I have since learned that fighting is sometimes necessarily, though I still cannot raise a weapon against another, and that to play at combat with pillows or food can be therapeutic."

"Pillows or food," Thelma repeated with a little snicker. "Well I'm not much for violence myself, either. I've electrocuted someone for their own good, but that was very definitely non-lethal. The fact I can't really touch most people possibly has something to do with that, though."

Raven had to pause in her eating and give Thelma a look for that comment. "Electrocuted someone for their own good?" she repeated. "How could that be good?"

"Well when it stops you being possessed by a demonic force that's turned you all... bitchy and somewhat of a slut, that's when it's for your own good," Thelma said. She then looked a little bit wistful. "It wasn't that long ago, really."

"Demonic force?" Raven said, hoping she didn't look too alarmed by that admission. "I hope your friend was all right afterwards."

"She was," Thelma said, trying not to get too choked up thinking about Cassie. "She'd accidentally become pregnant with a fallen angel's baby during the whole possession time, though. That was messy business all around."

"I can imagine," Raven said softly, her appetite fleeing her because this was striking far too close for home for her. "Is she in need of any aid now?"

Thelma chewed her lower lip on that one. "Well, not exactly," she said, looking down at the ground for a moment, her mirth falling away. "She's gone, now. Not all of us get to stick around as ghosts, I guess. I'm one of the lucky ones."

"I am very sorry," Raven said. "I hope she is at peace now."

She set her plate aside and looked to Thelma. "And I am sorry to remind you of such an unpleasant memory."

"It's okay," Thelma replied, her voice a little shaky. But then she smiled, genuinely. "You're right about the peace thing, though. I got it straight from the horse's mouth on that one. Though I possibly shouldn't have used that expression, as Cassie wasn't horse-like at all."

She chuckled lightly, though her heart wasn't entirely in it. "And really, I started the whole conversation, so don't you worry."

"If you wish to talk about it, I will always be willing to listen," Raven offered sincerely, trying to muster a smile of her own. "Otherwise I would be happy to speak of something more pleasant."

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