Fourth Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

[hourtohour_notetonote]

"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?

Comments

[chirpchirpchirp]

"What if I try it on someone I really don't like first?"

Because that could be murder, Vette.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

Sabine stared at her.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Ooooooooor not."

Vette shrugged and returned to her pizza.

"Everyone here's been pretty pleasant anyway. A little weird if it's their first time seeing a Twi'lek, and let me tell you that's annoying. But probably not 'scramble their atoms' annoying."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"And that part's not entirely their fault if they come from somewhere that's only been humans," Sabine allowed, "but from what I understand Hera's been here a while so the excuse only lasts so long."

[chirpchirpchirp]

"Yeah, I told Pizza Boy he only gets to ask 'what species are you' once," Vette said, looking vaguely put-upon. But completely happy to eat Simon's pizza and drink his Coke. "The really fun ones are the ones who don't even bother with asking, they just call me 'blue' as if I'm supposed to be impressed that their vision includes that portion of the light spectrum."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"How many people have you hit for that now?" Sabine asked. Because she'd have done some hitting if it were her.

[chirpchirpchirp]

"None," Vette muttered. "I just start calling people 'pink' back like it's the done thing and see how long it takes before they figure out they're being rude."

A beat.

"Most don't. The hitting will come, believe me."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Good," she said, and added, "And if they do it more than once, then atom-splitting."

[chirpchirpchirp]

Vette leaned her head back for a few moments as she considered this, and then nodded her approval.

"That sounds fair," she decided. "Two 'blues' and it's right to the test portals. That shouldn't even take long."