fandomhighdorms | Fourth Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

"Yes, Mom, I promise that I'm eating breakfast. Most important meal of the day, I know." Simon propped his phone against his shoulder and shifted his pizza boxes to one hand, leaving his other free to open the common room door. "And lunch, and supper. The food's actually pretty okay, and there's a bunch of places in town, too."

... Not that Simon had explored much yet, but he forgave himself for taking a week of mostly only leaving the room for classes while processing the fact that the island was... what it was. He still didn't have answers, but he was pretty sure he could face the weirdness at this point.

"I'm totally making friends! My roommate's awesome. Tip's really had some great advice for getting my feet under me here. And the school assigns 'big siblings', too, to show us the ropes."

He dropped the pizzas onto the coffee table and flopped onto the couch, reaching for the TV remote. "Love you, too, Mom. Look, I've gotta run, okay? I promise, I'll call again later this week. Uh huh, uh huh. Tell Dad and Nora I love them. Bye, Mom." ... "... Bye, Mom." ... ... "... BYE, MOM."

Simon chuckled to himself as he ended the call and slid his phone into his pocket before lifting the lid of the first box of pizza and grabbing a slice.

There was plenty for everyone, because Simon figured: what better way to make friends than with food?

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"... I think so?" Simon said. "Uh, sorry if I was a little weird at you before. I had no idea that Fandom would be..." On an interdimensional nexus? "... so diverse. I didn't even know other worlds existed before I got here.

"If it helps, I thought it was a really well-made costume? Like, really nice craftsmanship."

"I don't know if I should be flattered, or if I should just keep making rude gestures at you with my lekku out of spite now," Vette replied, smiling a little all the same. "Never met a non-human before, huh?"

Simon shook his head. "We don't, like. Have them, back home. Not that anyone on Earth knows about, anyway. There's a lot ideas, but..." He shrugged. "Thanks for being understanding about it."

"Hey, as far as I can tell, you didn't call me a tentacle head or anything, and now you're letting me steal your food. You're probably not all bad."

Probably. Her judgment was going to wait on just how much she enjoyed this pizza, arbitrarily.

Simon filed 'tentacle head = bad' away in his brain, and grinned. "Well, I mean, it's not really theft if I offered," he pointed out. "Unless you want to steal it, in which case, no, you can't have it!"

"Too bad," Vette laughed, holding the pizza up over her head, "it's mine now! Go on and try to take it back!"

"Ehhh, too much effort," Simon said. He grabbed another slice from the box instead. "Have you tried Coke yet?" he added. "There's probably some of that in the fridge you can steal."

"Oooh, I haven't!" Vette shifted her pizza to one hand and made her way over to the fridge to go for a mandatory rummage for the aforementioned Coke. ".... What is it?"

Ugh, too many things. Not enough Aurebesh.

"Fizzy drink, really sweet, has a bit of a bite to it," Simon explained. "Red can, white letters."

That was the one Vette had been waiting for. She immediately stooped down to grab one of those cans, paused a moment, and then glanced over her shoulder.

"Are you going to want one too?"

There were a couple. She might as well check while she was here.

"I mean, I wasn't going to ask, but if you're offering..." Simon grinned at her. "Yeah, please."

"Okay, stealing two Cokes, then," Vette declared, in case anybody in the room was going to attempt to stop her from doing just that.

She wasn't terribly worried. If anyone tried, she'd just throw her pizza at them.

And then regret doing so immediately.

... Anyway, she was grabbing a second Coke while she was in there, closing the fridge door with one lek as she stood, and then making her way over to hold the drink out to Simon.

"Thanks," Simon said, taking it gratefully.

He considered for a moment before continuing. "... Is it rude to ask your species?"

"No, but you only get to ask once," Vette decided. "I'm a Twi'lek. Our people originated on Ryloth, but we're kind of everywhere now."

She paused.

"Exceeeeeeept for here."

Stupid Earth.

"... I mean," Simon said, thinking, "you're here, which means that there are Twi'lek here." He even got the pronunciation mostly right! "So you really are kind of everywhere."

"I'm here, and Hera's here," Vette allowed. "And as far as I'm aware, we're the only two on the planet. Do you have any idea how weird it is to be one of two of your people? On a whole world? Possibly in a whole galaxy?"

Simon shook his head, his expression growing somber. "Not... Not exactly," he said, "but... I kinda know what it's like to feel alone."

... Well. That was curious. Vette tilted her head a little, lowering her pizza slightly as she considered that.

"Yeah? You seem nice enough. Sharing flat-food, letting people steal Coke..."

Actually apologizing to a Twi'lek for being weird about her being a Twi'lek.

"Yeah, well..." Simon shrugged a bit, ducking his head. "Thanks. Uh, it's called pizza."

"Pizza." She grinned a little. Aww, she made him get all awkward. Cute. "Humans have the weirdest names for things."

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