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Second Floor Common Room, Weds Afternoon/Evening

Kathy hoped no one on this floor would mind that she was taking over their common room, but she was starting to feel guilty about making the delivery people hike all the way up to the fifth floor with her orders. Fandom takeout tended to err on the excessive side, even for someone with as enhanced a metabolism as Kathy had developed. Camping on the second floor made her feel better for ordering so much as well as making it more likely that she'd find help eating it.

Tonight she'd gone for pizza. It just seemed fitting for an Adolescent Coyote marathon. Apparently the next season was starting soon and the gifs of the show flooding her dash made it look pretty neat, so she'd decided she'd check out the first few seasons and see if she liked it.

Not far into the first episode, she was discovering the show featured snark, bad CGI, and a pretty cast apparently allergic to shirts (except for the snarky best friend, apparently). She still wasn't sure about the actual quality of the show, but there were worse ways to spend an evening.

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On his way out to the preserve, Nathan noticed someone in the second floor common room and couldn't stop himself from stepping in. The heat outside could wait even if Nathan didn't take his sunglasses off when he wandered in.

Habit and all. He was still getting used to short sleeves and showing off scars and tattoos that no one else tended to see. Remembering his manners (or something), Nathan nodded at Kathy but didn't make eye contact.

That was still a deeply ingrained thing with him. "Evening," he said, finding his voice.

"Hi," Kathy said, giving a little wave. "Hungry? There's plenty of pizza for sharing."

She figured that was the most important thing. Introductions and things could wait, there was food to be offered.

"Oh uh, maybe I'll have some," Nathan said slowly since he'd been caught slightly off guard. People offering food was still new. "Why so much pizza? Are you having a party?"

For him, this was a ton of pizza so he didn't know.

"Please do. I'll have trouble eating it all by myself." Kathy said, not at all taking offense of his hesitation. She still had trouble not refusing something three times before accepting. "And no, no party. Well, I didn't plan one, but I wouldn't be opposed to people randomly showing up. I just think that the restaurants in town think that if they don't send a ton of food with each delivery, we'll starve or something."

"That's nice of them."

Unfamiliar and foreign but nice.

"I'm not used to being around so much food that I don't have to cook myself," he explained. "I don't eat a lot. But, it smells good. And looks good and I haven't had dinner so I should eat something before I go out."

"Help yourself," Kathy assured him. "Otherwise, I'm gonna take up all the fridge space with pizza and that's probably rude."

She nudged a box in his direction slightly and gave him a smile. "Hi, I'm Kathy by the way. Kathy Li. Nice to meet you."

"Nathan," he said, nodding and hesitating just a moment before he eventually did reach for a slice of pizza. "Thank you. I've only had pizza once or twice before. I think I remember liking it."

"There are lots of different kinds to try," Kathy said, indicating the many boxes around the room. "If you decide you don't like the toppings on that piece, feel free to try more, okay? There are even a few deep dish and some white pizzas to try."

"Right, thanks," Nathan said sincerely. "I think I'll stick to the basics since I don't know what effect some of the more exotic -- " Well, they were exotic to him! " -- ones would have on my stomach. I'm still learning different foods."

Kathy offered him a sympathetic look. "I'll warn you away from some of the more spicy toppings, then," she offered. "Plain cheese and some veggie toppings will probably be okay. I mean, depending on what you're sensitive to."

Unless it was a gluten allergy. And then the whole room was practically weaponized against him. But he'd said he'd tried pizza before, so Kathy wasn't gonna push the issue.

"From a world with very different cuisines?" she asked.

"Just from England," he explained, taking a careful seat and keeping his eyes focused on the pizza. It was him, Kathy, not you. He was very paranoid about certain things.

"But, we didn't have money for things like this. We ate mostly soups and stews from homegrown vegetables and cheap meat. My stomach got used to that sort of thing."

"Ooooh. Simple, organic stuff. Not too rich or greasy, right?" Kathy looked around at the pizzas, a little dubious. "Would you like me to order a salad? Just to be on the safe side?"

Kathy liked feeding people.

"No no, this is fine. No need to do more on my account," Nathan said, shaking his head. "No, I like pizza. I'm just getting more familiar with it the longer I'm here. It just takes time. And salads are bland anyway."

"You're not eating the right kinds of salads," Kathy teased lightly. "You should try Korean cuisine sometime when you're feeling adventurous. We've got more than just garden salads."

"There's more than one type of salad?" Nathan asked and sadly, it was a serious question. He didn't know.

Sweet summer child! Come to Kathy's non-existent bosom and she will hold you close.

"Oh, so many!" she said excitedly. "Bean salads and noodle salads and potato salads and..." She broke off, realizing she was babbling. "We absolutely need to meet up next picnic so I can show you a few new things to try."

Nathan exhaled a quiet laugh and shrugged his shoulders. "Didn't know there were so many picnics either. I don't know, I might be around for the next one."

He still knew he had to get off this island at some point but when he wasn't able to, he figured he could make some tentative plans. "New things, huh?"

Hey, guess who smelled food on his floor!

And guess who was more than happy to follow his nose to the smell of pizza, while he was at it?

"Oh! Hey! Decided to bounce down a few floors today for your grub, Mouse?" Sparkle was grinning as he flopped down onto the sofa. "Hungry much?"

"Some of us have high metabolisms," Kathy said serenely. "And didn't want to make the delivery guy hike five floors carrying this much food."

"Why not? The exercise would be great for him!" This was Sparkle, making a reach for a slice of vegetarian. What? It was there. "How's it going, anyway? Done all your classes, yet?"

"You like the exercise so much, you can get a delivery job," Kathy retorted. She didn't mind him grabbing a slice of pizza. She was happy to share. "And no. I've only had three of my classes so far. I still have Driver's Ed, the class with the crazies, heroing, community service, and teamwork. You?"

"I've got Kenzi's class, still," Sparkle replied, waving his pizza slice around idly. "That Choose Your Adventure one? Last class, and then I can start packing whatever the hell I might need for the rest of the summer."

Yes. Yes, that was a crooked sort of smile, right there.

"You do?" Kathy bounced out of her seat and over to him to give him a hug. "I didn't want to ask because I hadn't thought you'd heard back yet, but, Sparkle, this is awesome! Congratulations! You were soooo much better than the other candidates you have no idea."

Kathy did. She'd watched. The other ones had been good, buy many of them lacked Sparkle's innate flair.

Well, unlike the rest of them, Sparkle went in figuring that he'd already come from rock bottom, what the hell did he have to lose?

"You're just pattin' my ass, now," he accused with a laugh, barely getting the pizza out of the way before some sort of horrible pizza incident could occur. "But, yeah, I made the cut. So, I guess I'll be spending the rest of the summer off this crazy fucking island, after all."

The hug, for the record, was going to be a tight and squeezy sort, for good measure.

"... Thanks," he muttered quietly in the middle of it, so that only she could hear, "for coming along to the audition. I would've pissed myself or something if you weren't there to keep me from freaking out."

"S'what friends do," Kathy murmmured back. "Glad I could help."

"But you're wrong," she said, pulling away to look up at him with shining eyes. "You would have been just fine without me. I am happy that you didn't have to be, though."

"Yeah," Sparkle murmured, "me too."

He gave her a solid pat on the back with his non-pizza hand, and then leaned back to grin at her.

"And how about you? Wow me with something, Mouse. Make shit up if you need to."

It could be about that coyote-man's glistening abs if she was really at a loss. Sparkle was so watching the TV for a moment over her shoulder, there.

See? This show had its benefits! Like its lack of anything resembling a shirt budget.

"Umm, well, I've been out to Baltimore twice," she confided, grabbing a bottle of ginger beer as she sat back down. "And while I was out there...I took your advice. No more tumblr tag names for me."

"Atta girl, Mouse," Sparkle said approvingly. "So, what's my favourite warrior of love and social justice going by now?"

"Banzai," she answered proudly. "Who won't hesitate to kick your butt wearing rainbows and tie you up with ribbons."

"The rainbows are still my favourite part," Sparkle decided, sounding pretty darn proud, too. "No reason."

Honest.

"Good job, by the way. That is a way better name. Where'd you get it?"

As if he didn't know.

"You'd be surprised what comes to mind when you're flinging yourself off a seven-story roof to catch a mugger," Kathy said, smiling a little.

Heh. Spoilsport.

"Ah," Sparkle replied, giving a knowing little nod. "See, I told you, you need a battle cry."

Okay, now he was finally going to get some of that pizza into his face.

"So, fighting the good fight and all of that?"

"I don't know if 'twice' counts as doing much at all, but yup! Snotty comments from people or not."

Trapper Keeper indeed.

"Mostly muggers and stuff like that. Crimes of opportunity and stuff. Going out tonight in fact."

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"Yeah?" Sparkle pursed his lips. "I'd be jealous, but, you know. Not the life for me. I'd be one of those shitty antiheroes that mostly just hands around on street corners being angry at everything, like, why the hell do I have to help anyone out there, anyhow?"

He was honest, at least.

"You're way better suited for it."

Especially with the new name.

"Just remember me, one night while it's raining and miserable out and you're warm and comfortable in a common room and I'm stuck outside like a soaked cat," Kathy said with a laugh. "You'll know which one of us made the better choice then. And I'm sure you'll tell me all about it."

"Ha, those'll be the slow crime nights anyway," Sparkle replied, shaking his head. "Like criminals or potential victims want to be out in the rain any more than anyone else."

Speaking from experience leaning either way.

"So I'll be here laughing when you come back in like a drowned rat with nothing to show, Mouse."

"I can kick you and be back in my seat before you even knew I got up," Kathy threatened with a laugh.

"Yeah, but I can pick a lock and I know where you sleep at night," Sparkle replied with a smirk. "I think that just about puts us at even, don't you?"

"Except I think that if you broke into our room, you'd have to deal with Flick before you deal with me," Kathy said easily. "Dunno if that's the best idea you ever had."

"Nah, Flick and I are cool," Sparkle replied with a shrug. "He's my little brother, you know? Through the school. All I'd have to do is explain how you're pickin' on me, big tough superhero with crazy powers, and he'd be like, 'Sure, Sparkle. Go right ahead.'"

... Sparkle's theories might or might not actually reflect reality.

"Or he'd pat me on the back for putting his fighting lessons to good work and ask why you're making his adorable roommate yell at you," Kathy retorted, gesturing with a pizza slice for emphasis.

"I gave him cookies once. He totally likes me best."

Again with the possibility of this not reflecting reality.

"What, you think I can't give him cookies? I'll bring cookies with me when I break in. Problem solved."

See? Sparkle had this all figured out!

Lucky Flick?

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