fandomhighdorms | 3rd Floor Common Room : Sunday Afternoon

It'd been a week on the island and nothing catastrophic had happened yet. Theo wasn't sure if he wanted to call that a win but it wasn't a bad start. Thom and Kiori had been amused by the antics of the island and they were already trying to find time to come out there. Things back home were...the same. His friends were keeping Dr. Brockton up to date on his progress and his parents were...off at another seminar.

Of course.

"Cartoons!" Dev bellowed, making Theo outwardly wince at the volume. "We never get to watch cartoons!"

"That's because there's nothing of value in them, Dev," Ange said, rubbing her head like the long suffering Elysian that she was. "There are so many better things to watch."

"There's value in that they're funny," Dev growled, almost pouting. "What do you want to watch? Something about plants?"

"Well, plants are qu -- "

"NO!"

"Cut it out!" Theo snapped, rubbing his temple and frowning. "We're just not going to watch anything!"

And with that, Theo stabbed the remote control and shut the television off. So, now he was just sitting in the common room with the television off and two arguing entities in his head.

His first foray into a common room had gone so well!

[Common room is open. Feel free to have heard Theo shout at no one.]

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They hadn't talked in the class, and Snow had spent most of it freaking out over Thor, so she was actually glad he didn't remember her too well.

"Like a small pie," she said, glad for once she could understand something.

"Yeah, kind of like a small pie," Theo said, nodding his agreement to that. "Um, what's your favorite food? Just so maybe I can give you an example of how a Hot Pocket would work with it."

Snow wasn't sure how to answer that. In the past ten years, she hadn't had anything other than tasteless porridge until she'd come here, and the memories of what she enjoyed as a child seemed so far away. "I like apples," she said. "And I liked the cake at the picnic."

"Apples...yeah, apples I can work with," Theo said thoughtfully. "I could find you something similar to a Hot Pocket that has apples in it. It's sweet and fits conveniently in your pocket."

He'd tested it.

"But, I don't think they've put cake in a bread filling yet. I wonder how that would work out."

Don't get ideas, Theo.

"Are you a cook?" Snow asked. "Do you make these Pockets yourself?"

She was going to be amazed by microwaves, oh yes.

"Oh man, no, not at all," Theo said, waving both hands and laughing. "No one wants me to cook. It'd be a really bad thing. I can manage to make sandwiches and stuff and I can heat things up but following a recipe?"

Theo shuddered and shook his head.

"I have no idea how to cook, either," Snow said, joining in the laughter. "If others did not share their food I might starve."

"We can be in the same club, then," Theo decided. "Back home, I usually ate peanut butter and jelly sandwiches or Hot Pockets or something if I was by myself."

Which was often.

"Sometimes, I'd go out and get fast food or, when I was really lucky, over to a friend's house for dinner."

"Fast food?" Snow said. She hadn't ventured out into the town yet, and she had no idea about the restaurants there.

"Yeah, it's..." Theo paused and tried to figure out how to best explain this without confusing her. "It's food that other people cook for you and you pay them for doing it. And they tend to do it quickly. Fast food."

He hoped that was okay.

"Ah, like the cafeteria here," Snow said, nodding in understanding. "Back home my meals were brought to me."

"You a long way from home?" Theo asked. "At least there's some similar things? Food wise, I mean."

"A very long way," Snow said, feeling a touch of homesickness. Well, for the Tabor she knew, not what Ravenna had turned it into. "The ingredients are the same, the fruits and vegetables and grains, but I had never seen such things as the bright orange cheese-flavored curls before I came here."

"Even I find cheese curls weird and I'm not new to this place," Theo chuckled. "And I prefer sour cream and onion potato chips anyway. They'll do a number on your breath but they're really addictive."

"I have not tried those yet," Snow said. "But they sound interesting. I'll have to find some so that I may see for myself."

"Let me know if you need any help," Theo offered. "I tend to have some hanging around as opportune snack food."

"Very nice, Theo." Ange nodded her approval. "Very nice."

"Ask her out!" That was Dev. Of course. "Come on, she's a girl! And she's not running away!"

"Dev, will you shush? Don't listen to him, Theo."

Luckily, Theo didn't listen. Thank goodness he wasn't telling Theo to show off or anything like that. "Along with a lot of other food. I like snacks."

"Do you live on this floor?" Snow asked, smiling and completely oblivious to any voices in Theo's head. "I will need to know where to find you if I have any snack questions."

And Theo was very, very glad that she wasn't aware. Sometimes, he didn't even want to be aware of Dev and Ange.

"Yeah, down the hall," he said, jerking a thumb in the direction of his room. "306. I live with Raven."

3rd Floor Common Room : Sunday Afternoon

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