Fourth Floor Common Room, Saturday morning

[revengenotebook]

Paris was opening cabinet doors and muttering under her breath as Lucky Charms cereal continued to fall out, even from doors she'd already opened. "That doesn't make sense," she told the door.

Which didn't talk back, much to her unspoken relief. "I'm not eating this for breakfast," she announced to the ceiling. "If I wanted to go into a sugar coma, I'd just hit the pixie stix like a normal person!"

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[in_sidon_we_trust]

Sidon had been passing by on his way to get outside in the hopes for some delightful rain today when he heard a familiar angry voice coming from the common room and decided to check it out, a bit nervously, but still...he didn't think he'd necessarily help the situation much if his roommate was upset, but, then again, it did seem to be Paris's default setting.

"Pardon the intrusion," he said, peeking his head in and taking a look at all the cereal on the floor with widened eyes, "but is everything quite alright?"

[revengenotebook]

"I just decided to cover myself in crunchy marshmallows for a change of pace," Paris said scathingly. "It's great."

[in_sidon_we_trust]

And here Sidon paused, head tilted, still in the doorway, utterly confused. Because while Paris's words said one thing, her tone seemed to be saying something entirely different, and he was not exactly well versed in the concept of sarcasm.

"Oh," he ventured, a bit tentatively, especially for him. "That's...wonderful to hear, then. I must admit, this is something I am unfamiliar with. To what purpose do you cover yourself in crunchy marshmallows, if I may ask?"

[revengenotebook]

Paris sighed heavily. Rooming with someone with no understanding of sarcasm was a special kind of hell for her. "It's a holiday thing. Apparently."

Stupid Fandom.

[in_sidon_we_trust]

"Oh!" This time, it was brighter, more confident, and (of course) excited. "Is that so? You have so many holidays here in this land; it's so wonderful. Tell me, what is the purpose of this one?" Here he found a soft chuckle of amusement, clearly oblivious to Paris's significant plight. "I cannot even begin to fathom it!"

[revengenotebook]

God help them if Sidon ever encountered the adorable nuttiness of Stars Hollow.

"It's supposed to be a celebration of the Irish people," Paris said, "a country in Europe where many of its citizens emigrated during wars and famine." She gestured at the cereal. "This, for instance, is peddled by a pretend leprechaun, a symbol of Irish folk tales."

[in_sidon_we_trust]

Sidon had a feeling he might have to look into this a little further, rather wishing he'd had a notebook to jot that down.

"Irish people," he repeated, to help him remember. "A pretend leprechaun." His head tilted. "Is it intended to be consumed? Or is it used for some other celebratory ritual?"