Third Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

[dollpocalypse]

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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[suitably_heroic]

"Maybe they'll just realize that and just go home," Jaq hypothesized, "and Mom can stop looking nervous."

[dollpocalypse]

"I hope so," Topher said, because when he was tiny he actually gave a crap about people, look at that. "Bullies usually don't, though."

[suitably_heroic]

"I don't know if they're bullies," Jaq admitted. "I haven't met a Mandalorian yet."

And he never would, if his parents had anything to say about it.

[dollpocalypse]

"Well, that's a good start," Topher said encouragingly. "Army people don't sound like a lot of fun."

Sorry, Ender.