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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Sabine was going to blame gremlins or something for why her stuff kept disappearing out of the common room kitchens, but she wandered in on the hunt for Coke.

Of course, there was also someone there, so she added a, "Hey."

Because it'd be rude not to. At least when she was attempting to steal from the kitchen.

"Hey," Simon said, looking over his shoulder and smiling at her. "There's pizza."

In case you couldn't smell that delicious, delicious pizza, Sabine.

"That's a lot of pizza, too," she noted. "Did they mess up the order?"

Lana wasn't sure why she decided to come up here, but she believed in acting on the impulses the Force gave her.

She looked in the door and nodded. "Hello."

"Nah, I just figured... people like pizza. Might as well get enough to share, y'know?"

Making friends with food! Somehow, he kind of thought Pastor Carter would appreciate it.

Never underestimate the ability of a hungry Twi'lek thief to find free food.

"I smell something that is almost certainly food," Vette practically singsonged as she peered into the common room doorway.

And paused, considering the boy she'd mostly just dubbed 'sleepy weirdo' in her head.

"... Don't suppose you ordered all that with anyone in particular in mind, did you?"

"Hi," Simon said, looking over and toasting her with his slice. "There's pizza if you want some.

"You came in on the bus with me, didn't you?"

Simon shook his head. "I mean, not any more particular than 'whoever wants some," he explained. He was rather less sleepy now and had accepted that Fandom was home to sentients of many different origins (if not yet entirely used to it), although he couldn't entirely promise less 'weirdo'.

"Works, veggie, and meat lovers," he added, gesturing vaguely at top, middle, and bottom box.

"I did, yes. Lana Beniko." Lana came in and eyed the pizza. "What is it?"

"Oh. Well, thanks," she said, going to take a slice. "You're one of the new kids, right?"

She said, like she hadn't been here a whole three months.

Simon blinked, and then realised that a) people came here from other worlds and b) pizza... probably wasn't a constant, which was really sad for those other worlds. "Oh, it's food. Uh, bread, tomato sauce, cheese, other toppings."

"Going right for the meat," Vette announced, swooping in on that pizza like a hungry bogstalker. It took her a moment to sort out what to pile her slices on, but she was totally walking away from that box with about three slices, fully intending to keep whatever she couldn't eat here and now. Belatedly, she added, "thanks."

...

"So. Settling in okay here?"

Lana came in, checked how Simon was holding his piece, and picked one up. "What's tomato sauce? And what other toppings? This looks like meat?"

"Sabine." Lana nodded to her. "How are you today?"

"Vette." Lana nodded. "It is food. Unusual, but not bad."

"Yeah, I'm Simon. Uh, Simon Spier." He waved with his slice, kind of vaguely indicating the whole school. "It is weird here. I had no idea what I was getting into when I applied."

"Remember the class I told you about last week?" You know, the one with Elton John? "Otherwise, great. How are you?"

"Hey again," Sabine greeted her with a little half-wave. Apparently being social was going to be a thing today.

Simon considered that for a moment. "Tomatoes are a vegetable, and the sauce is usually, like... a little bit sweet, maybe a little spicy, with other herbs in it? Garlic, too, usually, at least on pizza. The other toppings are meat or vegetables, depending. This one," he said, holding up his own slice, "is the 'works', so it's, like, a mix of really common toppings? Mushrooms, green peppers, onion, and pepperoni, so vegetables and meat."

He nodded at the other two boxes. "There's one that's all vegetables, and one with all meat, too."

"... 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."

"And garlic is?" Lana asked archly. Yes, she wanted to know. Yes, she was also totally trolling Simon now. She took a careful bite and chewed thoughtfully.

"I'm well, thank you," Lana answered. "One of my classes today met at the beach for food, which was interesting. I'd never been to a beach before I got here."

"Another, uh... Vegetable?" Simon tried. "Although it's generally just used for seasoning instead of, like, eating on its own. It's got a pretty strong flavor."

"Sabine," she nodded. "It's, uh... it takes some getting used to. Where are you from?"

"No beaches over there? Or never had the time?" Since Sith school didn't sound like they had much in the way of field trips.

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