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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"Banana is fun," Lana agreed. "A little round orange fruit?" She shook her head. What was the weirdest fruit name she could think of? "L.R.O.? Fruitfruit? Ornanana?"

"No," Vette replied in a slightly disgruntled stage whisper. "No, it's dumber."

She shook her head sadly.

"It's... an orange."

"...An orange?" Lana blinked. "All right, that's...descriptive, I suppose. Unimaginative, but descriptive."

"It's round, it's orange. It's an orange."

Vette paused a moment, and then grinned. And then giggled.

"Becuase what else do you call an orange fruit, I guess. Their planet is called Earth."

"There is that," Lana agreed. "Did you know, they mostly just call their moon 'the moon' and their sun 'the sun', too? Sabine and I went to a science museum last week. Their ideas of space are adorable."

Yeah, she was there with Kanan.

"Sometimes they call their sun 'Sol,'" Vette offered, remembering what Hera had told her. "Which, in case you were curious? Also just means 'sun.'"

Seriously. This world.

Lana rolled her eyes. "I know they've only got the one, but still. You'd think they could be a little more creative. They've had how many years of civilization?"

"You'd think they would at least have had enough years of it to know their sun is a star, just like all the other little twinkly dots in the sky, at least."

Vette hadn't really gone looking at all their info about sciencey things yet, no. She was still working on being able to read it.

"They do know that much," Lana said. "They've even got classifications for the type of star it is. We saw that in a holo. Well, a flat one. But they still call it 'sun'?"

This place was so strange.

"Because it's the most special star, I guess. Or maybe it's just the only one they can reach from here..."

No, honey. Not even that.

"So far they haven't been any further then their moon, barring probes," Lana said.

There was very nearly a small food-related disaster as Vette threw her hands into the air in frustration. Fortunately, the structural integrity of her pizza held. Barely.

"Why am I stuck on the most backwater world in the universe?!"

"Well, if you want to get back to our galaxy, I could always get you to Kaas City," Lana said, smirking.

Yeah, she had an idea what the reaction to that offer would be.

"Yeaaaaaaaaaaaaah I'll pass."

Good call, Lana.

"Great as I'm sure Kaas is. I bet it's lovely this time of year, with all the... rain. And lightning. And rain. And bigotry. And rain..."

"Plenty of all of the above to go around, yes," Lana agreed. "If you ask me, it could get by with a touch less of all of it, but unless I end up on the Council, nobody is asking me."

"Wait, wait, a Sith, actually looking for less lightning?" Vette smirked faintly, picking a piece of meat off her pizza and popping it into her mouth. "You are different."

Lana grinned. "Less from the skies, anyway."

"Aaaand there it is," Vette laughed, shaking her head. "But really, if anyone had told me a week and a half ago that I'd be sitting down and eating a meal with a Sith at all, I probably would have checked them for signs of the rot or something anyway."

Yeah, about the most significant parts of the rest of your life, Vette...

"Probably couldn't hurt to do that anyway," Lana said. "It's not like this is the most likely thing."

"Okay," Vette allowed, smiling faintly. "So, who am I checking for rot, here? I'm pretty sure I'm disease-free, and I'm okay eating with you, but I'm not about to start poking at you to see if you have any weird green spore clouds, sorry."

She looked speculatively at Simon for a moment.

Hm.

"No rot, I promise," Lana said. "I thought it was whoever might've told you about this last week. Although some people might need a good check regardless."

Yes, she was looking at Simon, too.

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