2nd floor common room- Thursday night

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There was non-buttered popcorn for sharing. There was also swimming on TV. And there was a Stacey who was trying her best not to look like she was totally ogling the male swimmers, even though she was sooo ogling.

And the guide said there was going to be volleyball too? Best night ever.

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The Olympics was one of the parts of up-time culture that Ulrik had yet to experience. How convienient, then, that he happened to wander in to the common room at this particular moment.

"What is all this?" he asked, gesturing to the TV.

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"Hi!" she said, turning on the smile. "It's the Olympics. All the different countries compete for medals in all these sports. It makes people patriotic and stuff."

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"I see," he said thoughtfully. He understood patriotism, at least. "Are there any Danish competitors in this race?"

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"I don't know about this one," she admitted. She'd been checking out pecs more than where anyone was from, to be honest. "But I'm sure they're in here somewhere. Every country competes somewhere."

Stacey had no idea. Sigh.

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"It seems like quite the spectacle," he mused. "It's really too bad such a thing would not fly in my own time."

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"Really? Why not?" she asked, genuinely curious.

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"Most of Europe's been embroiled in some conflict or another for... quite a while now," Ulrik explained. "The arrival of Americans a few years ago may have stabilized the area you'd refer to as Germany, but it started other conflicts. I doubt we could get everyone to stop squabbling long enough to participate."

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"Maybe you could," she said optimistically. "We have wars going on all the time here and they still play."

Again, she was pretty sure, having more to worry about at fifteen than current events.

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"The French still believe the Americans were sent by Satan," Ulrik commented dryly.

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Stacey gaped at him.

"That's... What, really?"

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"Well, they did involuntarily travel through time," Ulrik pointed out. "That it was an act of something beyond human comprehension is not an unreasonable assumption. Whether it was an act of god or the devil is really just a matter of interpretation." Or, you know. It was aliens. Not that anyone actually knew that.

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Huh. "Well, speaking personally, I don't think I'm sent by Satan," she offered.

The girls whose boyfriends you stole without even thinking about it would probably beg to differ there, Stace.

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"I don't think you are either," he replied, grinning back.

Ulrik. You are engaged. Do not start flirting.

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Hey, guess what. Stacey would be absolutely no help there.

"Aww, thanks. And I didn't even need to do anything to get you to say something nice."

Shh, he was cute, okay.

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"Well, you've been a very helpful pretend-sibling, answering all my questions," Ulrik pointed out. "Doesn't that count as something nice?"

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"It does. So I guess I earned that," she said, oh so modestly.

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"I might even be inclined to pay further compliments if you share your popcorn with me," Ulrik added.

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She held the bowl towards him immediately. "See, I'm very giving."

Hope you didn't mind if it was a little bland, but she had diabetes, dontchaknow.

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Please. Popcorn was new and unfamiliar enough to still be something of a novelty, unflavoured or no. "Precisely what I was thinking," he wiggled his eyebrows at her, grabbing a handful of the snack food.