Third Floor Common Room, Thursday Afternoon

[dollpocalypse]

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.

[[open, i guess?]]

Comments

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"You did?" Okay, that caught Elsa's attention some. "What's it like? I saw the clockwork falling earlier in the week, but didn't go outside to investigate."

And truth be told, she was still talking herself out of doing so. But curiosity wasn't going to be so easy to talk down as she was.

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"It's lovely," Eleanor said with a warm smile. "The streets are tiny and the sky is clear. I had my money changed to the local currency, and purchased new clothes. I should like to go again, though I imagine it'd be more exciting if I had someone to explore with."

Eleanor was quite possibly getting better at this 'making friends' skill.

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Entirely possible! She probably wasn't counting on several years of Elsa cutting her own sister out of her life, or, to some extent, her parents.

Elsa really, really missed her parents.

"Wouldn't it be easier to bring somebody who knows their way around already...?"

Look, she had to make some kind of attempt, uncertain and flimsy though it was.

[nobloodymessiah.livejournal.com]

"It probably would," Eleanor said. "But I don't really ... know very many people."

Most of whom she'd talked to, thus far, were people she had met on the shuttle, who were therefore new, or in common spaces like this. That didn't extend to seeking them out and inviting them to go exploring.