Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

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Now, Topher could tell that there was some kind of activity going on outside. It looked like a fair or a carnival, but either way it didn't really hold much appeal to him, and besides that he didn't think his parents were around to buy him a ticket. So he wasn't going to bother with it.

Instead he went to the kitchen, and with his trusty goggles on, he climbed onto a chair and began assembling a sandwich. What he really wanted was pancakes, but he had no idea how to make those. A sandwich, though, he could do, even if the cheese-to-turkey ratio was turning out awfully high and about sixty percent of the lettuce (because all sandwiches had to have lettuce even if it was gross, right?) was ending up on the floor. He figured there was probably a housekeeper here like at home who could take care of that.

Once he was done, he got a chocolate milk carton out of the fridge and settled at the table to eat his breakfast. Maybe he'd be the only one here. He'd like that.

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"They're yummy," Olive told him. "How come you never had 'em before?"

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"We don't have this at home," Jaq said, shrugging awkwardly. He picked up the box.

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Olive eyed him suspiciously. "Are you from Candida?"

Canada, Olive. Candida was something very different.

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Jaq squinted. "Is that on the Outer Rim?" he asked quietly.

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"It's 'merica's hat."

Someone knew geography!

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"Oh." Jaq processed that. "I'm not from Earth," he offered, remembering what Topher had told him earlier.

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"The moon?" Olive guessed, immediately. It made sense to her!

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Jaq blinked. "I'm not from a moon," he said. "Just a planet. A small one."