Fifth floor common room [Sunday morning]

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Getting doused with something green and milky when you were expecting a shower of water was not the way to stay in a holy and contemplative state of mind, so Rilla decided to skip church today, towel off as best she could (and be grateful she hadn't started with Jims, who was naturally sticky enough) and head into the common room to make breakfast.

There were plenty of pancakes if anyone else was up!

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"Is it just me," Jeremy asked, wandering in all clad in space-print pajamas and a stain robe on top because that was how he rolled on Sunday mornings, "or are, like, all the faucets filled with Shamrock Shakes instead of water?"

You'd think after two years he'd be sure it wasn't just him.

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"Is that what it was?" Rilla asked. "It was a disgusting shower. Worse than the eggnog."

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"Eww, eggnog." Thanks for that, Jeremy. "I don't know, I think it's cool. Maybe not for a shower, though..."

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"I don't recommend it," Rilla said earnestly. "It's quite sticky. Would you like some pancakes?"

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"Pancakes?"

Yes, that was enough for him to forget all about Shamrock Shakes. And most other stuff, actually. He grinned.

"Totally, pancakes would be maximum."

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"Maximum?" Rilla repeated, looking slightly confused.

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Jeremy got that a lot.

"You know, like... Totally wet. Cool. Sweet. Awesome?"

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"Ohhhh," Rilla said, nodding. "We use keen."

Or they did since Rilla took the word home after the island turned to the '50s for a week...

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"That's cool too," Jeremy said, like someone whose job it was to decide whether other people's slang was okay. "Like... peachy keen."

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Rilla nodded enthusiastically. "We don't see a lot of peaches in Canada in the winter, though."

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"You don't?" Jeremy asked. He had no lue when any fruits were in season, anywhere. The Darlings got theirs flown in from wherever they were in season. "Man, that's too bad, they should be available, like, forever."

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"I agree," Rilla said earnestly, "but we make do by canning what we find during the summer."

Well, Susan did that. Rilla had no idea how to can things.

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"Ooh, that sounds ––" Like something the women in his family would get really into at their house in Italy for about five minutes before letting the maids finish it. "–– pretty old school. Props."

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"I'm pretty old school," Rilla said with a little smile. "It's 1916 at home."

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"Seriously?"

Because she seemed like such a big joker, sure.

"Wow. That's so cool! How weird is like, uh, technology for you?"

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"Pretty weird," Rilla said. "We have 'phones in our house, but the line is shared by about half the village. Rumour has it that one person had it installed in their kitchen so she could eavesdrop and stir the soup at the same time."

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"Ooh." Gossip. Gossip he could totally understand. "Do you think she'd hear anything juicy like that?"

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"Definitely," Rilla said. "She knows when babies are born and people die before anyone but my father."

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Jeremy raised his eyebrows. "And your dad is...?"

Someone important, he guessed.

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"The Glen's doctor," Rilla said with a smile.

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"Oh, cool," Jeremy said. "My dad's kinda, like, on top of things like that too. But he's a businessman."

And owned half of Manhattan.

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"Shopkeeper?" Rilla guessed naively.

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Oh, Rilla.

"No... Like, businesses. My family owns most of Manhattan. I mean, I guess we probably own some shops down the line? But it's more like we own the companies that own the shops."

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"Ohhhhhh," Rilla said. "Like my friend Mr. Wayne!"

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"Who?"

Jeremy was not great at last names when he didn't have his mother repeating the important ones to him over and over.

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"Bruce Wayne," Rilla said. "I think he was quite comfortably off--he mentioned something about many of the buildings at his university having his family's name on them."

Rilla had no idea.

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"Oh, right, Bruce," Jeremy nodded. "Yeah, I know him. I think my sister dated him in a parallel universe."

Only in Fandom.

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Rilla laughed, blushing. "Me too."

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Chaz was a growing boy and there was food. He stumbled vaguely in the direction of the smell of pancakes.

"Is that for everyone?" He remembered to ask politely.

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"Of course," Rilla said with a smile. "I can't eat three dozen pancakes!"

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"Really?" Asked Chaz, looking a bit surprised. "I can help with that." He probably could more than help, sorry Rilla.

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"Please do," Rilla said. "My brothers threatened to eat us out of house and home on any number of occasions, so I know how hungry you can get!"

[OOC: No worries! I was thwarted by time zones, myself. And check spam catchers--GMail has been "helpful" the last few days...]