Third floor common room, Saturday morning

[giveherahand]

Mara'd had a Very Trying Morning. She'd gone out for coffee and had been attacked by raining candies shaped like fruit and, weirdly, birds, and then been treated to a lesson on counting by a giant talking Number Four.

There hadn't been enough caffeine in the world for that, and it had not gotten better when she'd gone to Eggsy's room to bitch about it only to discover her boyfriend had turned into an actual egg.

So now she was down in the common room eating cereal out of the box and keeping a careful--if annoyed--eye on her boyfriend. The egg. Don't try to eat him for breakfast.

Comments

[giveherahand]

"Well, it's certainly not as good as the cookies were earlier this week."

Beat.

"I promise that I'm not crazy."

[good_for_six]

"Right, you only follow the candy and cookie rains because of an interest in meteorology."

Admittedly both those options were better than the rain at Westerley.

[giveherahand]

Mara nodded. "Well, it certainly make meteorology more interesting?" she tried.

[good_for_six]

"And sugary," Dutch said dryly.

[giveherahand]

"At least it's just coming from the sky," Mara said. "It's inevitable that one day something gross will come out of the faucets, and that's so much worse."

[good_for_six]

Thank you for jinxing them all, Mara.

"Ew."