Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

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Topher wanted grilled cheese, but there weren't any spatulas in the kitchen.

He had options. He knew he had options. He could go out and get grilled cheese from Luke's or Mooby Land. He could order grilled cheese to be delivered, although that would take longer. He could go to another common room and look for spatulas there, which would require either ascending or descending stairs or spending an extended period of time waiting for the elevator.

Or he could just try not using a spatula, and seeing how that went.

Topher chose the last option.

What resulted was fairly painful for Topher's hands and not tremendously rewarding for his taste buds, because the sandwich wound up being fairly charred and the cheese didn't even melt properly. But the important part was the scientific takeaway from the whole experience: Spatulas were important.

And so were band-aids.

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[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Elsa had been keeping mostly to herself since arriving on the island. She'd had a few conversations with a few decent people on the Saturday, but her first class had been cancelled and she didn't have another one until tomorrow, so she'd really only ventured out of her room for food, when she remembered to put her books down.

It was just that, usually, she was lucky enough to come out to an empty common room. Today, that didn't seem to be the case.

"It smells like somebody's been cooking something in here," she ventured, glancing into the room.

Actually, no, it smelled as though somebody'd been burning something in here, but saying as much would have been poor manners.

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"Yuh-huh," Topher agreed, just as he was settling down on the couch with his sandwich. "Not enough to share, though, sorry."

He picked up one uneven grilled cheese half, then frowned. "Ow."

Hot.

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"Oh, I wasn't expecting anybody to serve me," Elsa noted, frowning thoughtfully. She wasn't in Arendelle, after all. One needed servants in order to expect to be served. "I was just curious about the local cuisine."

Which looked to be... burned bread.

"Are you alright?"

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"Ah, yeah, just touched a hot pan like five or six times," he explained. "It's not that bad. It was in the name of grilled cheese."

This kid was going to Stanford University in half a year.

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"You... touched the hot pan?"

Elsa wasn't saying that she was judging you, but she was absolutely judging you, Topher.

"There aren't any utensils in here?"

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"There's some, but not the spatula I usually use." He was very set in his ways, you see. "Or any other spatula. But it was only like two seconds per flip, you know? Not enough time to injure myself badly."

Showed what he knew.

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"It certainly smells ... interesting," Eleanor agreed, with a hint of a smile.

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"I don't think that's actually how it's supposed to smell," Elsa noted, frowning a little as she contemplated the cupboards.

She still wasn't entirely positive that everything here was safe for human consumption.

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"If it is, I don't see why anybody would eat it," Eleanor nodded. "There was Chinese food a floor up the other night. That smelled heavenly."

And tasted even better.

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"Chinese food?"

Elsa had a lot of things to experience in this reality. Little things like 'multiculturalism' were pretty high on the list.

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"I hadn't had it before, either," Eleanor said, assuming that was the source of the confusion. "I still have yet to go to Asia, but at least now I can say I've had some of their cuisine."

Er.

"Well," she added, "an American approximation thereof."

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

Joker waved at Elsa. "Oh, hey, it's... I'm sorry, I've forgotten your name." He shrugged apologetically. "I promise I'll be less crazyflakes at you, now that I know it's the entire universe that's having me on."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"It's good to know that neither of us are particularly insane," Elsa offered, smiling faintly. "I'm Elsa, of Arendelle. And you're..."

Really, it was hard to forget the name she'd been given to call him by.

"... Joker."

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

Joker tipped his hat briefly.

"Arendelle. Sounds French. Mademoiselle Elsa d'Arendelle, la belle de la ball! Non? ...Actually, I hope that's a non, because I'm just about out of French."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Elsa laughed lightly and shook her head.

"Non," she replied lightly. She knew enough French, at least, to be able to follow what he was saying. Multilingualism was kind of useful when you were expected to rule a kingdom someday. "It's Scandinavian, actually. But I can see how a person might make that mistake."

It sounded very French.

"Besides, I'm not really at my best in big social situations. I'll leave some other girl to be the belle of the ball, if it's all the same."

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

Eleanor was peering her head into the common room, wondering where that odd smell was coming from.

"Is everything all right?" she asked. "No one's ... hurt?"

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"Why would you think someone's hurt?" Topher asked with his mouth full. He gestured vaguely at her, then said, "Ow."

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"That might be why," Eleanor said lightly. "What is it that you're making?"

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

Joker found himself following the smell. "Mmmm, just like Dad used to make. That takes me back. How black is it?"

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"Your dad burned sandwiches on purpose?" Eleanor asked.

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

Joker cocked his head at her. "Why would anyone burn sandwiches on purpose? No, he just isn't any better at it than Cheat Codes over here. Mom worked long hours, so he did his best, but after a while we just ended up ordering out a lot."

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"You never know," Eleanor shrugged. "People like odd things. How hard is it to keep food from burning?"

Spoken like someone who had never cooked in her life.

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's... actually, it's pretty hard. You sit there and it feels like ages and it doesn't get cooked, and then you stop paying attention and all of a sudden everything's burnt, the smoke alarm's going off, you've woken up all your neighbors down the hall, and your parents are forbidding you from using the stove ever again, especially at 3am." Joker shrugged. "Microwaves? Now, those are easy."

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Topher's mouth was full. "'S not for you."

[fly-so-serious.livejournal.com]

"Did I sound like I wanted any?" Joker asked. "Don't worry, I'm not going to be stealing the golden fruits of your labors tonight."