fandomhighdorms | 5th Floor Common Room ; Tuesday Afternoon

Well, his classes this time around didn't seem to be too bad. He didn't have to look at his own grief and think about those he missed and he'd gotten lie without being lectured for it. All in all, it wasn't bad. His father must have been drunk when he'd chosen his classes. Drunk or distracted. Either or, Flick didn't care. He wasn't thankful to that jackass either.

Classes were done for the week and the talk of food earlier had made him hungry. He'd scrounged around the kitchen area and managed to find some cereal and milk. It meant he didn't have to cook anything which, as he found out earlier, wasn't a strength. He'd have to do something about that. He liked excelling in classes and showing everyone up. He'd done it at Mandel and he wanted to do it here.

But, he'd figure out the whole cooking thing later. He took his cereal and sat down on the couch, plunking his feet down on the coffee table. He didn't feel relaxed often but he felt pretty okay right now. That just meant he was tense with waiting for the other shoe to drop. It hadn't yet so he even chanced during on the television.

And he found nothing worth watching. He was just going to leave it on some news feed. Maybe he'd get to see Lucian Mandel being led away in handcuffs. That would make this day exceptional.

Wouldn't happen but a guy could wish.

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"Isn't that what all news is these days?" Flick asked idly, watching the argument for a little longer before he had to turn away. "News is a media circus. Pretty sure that the various channels try to outdo themselves on who can cause more panic over everything."

"Now, now, that's not entirely true," Kathy chided. "I'm sure there are at least a few contests where they see who can ignore the biggest issue in favor of the most inane topic."

For example: Syria and the VMAs.

"Well, if they don't ignore important world events, the rest of the world might not know which celebrity is sad today," he said, all sarcasm.

"Which is super important," Kathy pointed out. "I mean, nowhere near as important as, say, finding out who's pregnant or who said what nasty thing, but it's still really up there."

She helped herself to her own bowl of cereal and flopped into a chair not far from Flick. "How're your classes?" she asked.

"Not bad." Definitely better than last time. "Apparently, I can't cook pasta, though. I was deeply distraught by that discovery."

"How can you not cook pasta?" Kathy asked, confused. "Noodles are the easiest things in the world."

Nice, Kathy. Real nice.

"I didn't have a lot of time to learn how to cook when I was younger," Flick said dryly. "Other things took precedence."

Like making sure his father didn't kill him. Kind of important. "I'll learn. I pick up things fast."

Kathy looked abashed for that, at least. "Sorry, that was rude," she admitted. "If you need pointers or anything, I can help? I'm no chef or anything, but I know how to cook pretty basic meals."

"It's fine," he said, waving off the apology. "Don't worry about it. Might take you up on learning the basics. I can boil water and grease a pan but it's the finer points that I'd have to brush up on."

"Sure!" Kathy said. "Though don't be surprised if you end up learning to cook a lot of Korean meals. We had a lot more kimchi than Hamburger Helper growing up." She gave him a teasing grin. "Not afraid of ethnic foods are you?"

"No allergies." Well, he'd already told Dr. Lecter that so it just came out almost involuntarily. "And no. Food's food. As long as it's edible, I'll eat it."

"And I promise not to make you eat any of the really weird stuff," Kathy said, grinning at him.

It helped that she couldn't cook most of that stuff. Not just because she was lacking a good Korean grocery store nearby, but also because she'd never learned. Her mom and her grandparents were the ones who had always handled the really complicated ethnic stuff.

"Appreciated," Flick said, giving her a slight nod. "I don't have a weak stomach but I'd rather not put things in there that might make me puke. It's not fun."

"If it helps, all the really weird stuff is actually pretty good," Kathy told him. "But it's mostly stuff you'd never eat in America. Like acorn jelly and chicken feet and stuff."

There was even weirder stuff, at least to American palates, but she figured she'd stick to some of the more benign options for now.

"Chicken feet," Flick repeated, raising one eyebrow very slightly. "Sounds...pointy."

It was a dumb joke but hey, he'd tried.

And Kathy responded by throwing some of her dried cereal at him. "That was terrible," she told him. While snickering. "Dork."

Yeah, Flick's eyebrow stayed up at the mild insult. Not a word he'd heard in regards to himself in...ever.

"I don't tend to get called that," he said though he supposed he deserved it. "New experience."

"Really?" Kathy looked surprised. "Ever?"

That was so weird. Didn't every teenager get called a dork every once in awhile? Back in LA, she'd basically been called something to that effect almost every day.

If Jude had ever called him that, he couldn't recall but with Jude being missing in action, Flick was trying not to think of him right now.

"I tended to get other names." Other not so nice names. "Guess I'm just not dork material."

"Oh." Kathy was quiet for a moment. "Hey, I didn't mean to offend you or anything..."

Great, Kathy. Way to antagonize your roommate!

"You didn't, calm down," Flick told her, shaking his head. "Seriously. It's really, really hard to offend me. And if you do, I'd tell you. No offense taken."

He even smiled a tiny bit at her. "If I act a like a dork, feel free to call me on it. Honesty's the best policy, after all."

She looked relieved and returned his tiny smile with an equally small one of her own. "In that case, that joke? Was really dorky."

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