3rd Floor Common Room | Friday Evening

[robinonadderall]

Stiles was pretty excited about his trip to space tomorrow, but being the responsible person he was he made sure his purple notebook of weirdness was all up to date on the kanima stuff Jack told him. That way if some alien decided to kidnap him and use him as a human host for their eggs, Scott would still be able to kick some kanima ass. He was so thoughtful.

The fact that he made popcorn and had Halloween playing in the background was because he was a multi-tasker and, again, there was a chance an alien would kidnap him to use him as a human host and he wanted to make sure he celebrated the holiday before then.

[Open of course]

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[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

"Whatever that is," Ulrik said, "it smells excellent."

Popcorn wasn't really a thing in the seventeenth century, no. Even with the American influence. There just... wasn't enough corn being grown in Europe yet.

[robinonadderall]

"What, popcorn?" Stiles asked. "You don't know what popcorn is?"

Come on, the smell of popcorn was pretty distinguishable.

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

"I've... heard of it?" Ulrik admitted. Because yes, Eddie had mentioned it a time or two.

[robinonadderall]

"But you've never actually had it?" Stiles asked. "That's a shame."

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

"Corn isn't really grown much where I'm from," Ulrik admitted. "Or when, rather, I suppose. Is there enough for sharing?" he asked hopefully.

[robinonadderall]

"Sure, dude, help yourself," he said, pushing the bowl over. "There's always a ton of it in the pantry. You just stick a bag in the microwave and hit the popcorn button. Easy."

[nomelancholy.livejournal.com]

"I think of all things American, I shall miss microwaves the most," Ulrik said, grabbing a handful of popcorn.