Second Floor Common Room; Saturday Afternoon [11/24].

[white_oleander]

Astrid had handwavily spent almost the entirety of her Thanksgiving down in the pool, so perhaps she'd missed it, but she didn't recall anyone making or bringing in nearly as much food as to create the sheer amount of Thanksgiving-related leftover that seemed to be in the fridge right now.

Not that she was going to complain, of course. Easy access to food was one of the first things she took to liking about this place, and since there were no names on anything and she highly doubted anyone would miss it if she took some for herself, she made a plate, popped it in the microwave, and went to sit at the table with a book to distract her between bites, thinking that this was probably the most Thanksgiving-y Thanksgiving meal she'd ever really had before.


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[seriesofbaddecisions]

"I wouldn't mind getting some recommendations. I haven't been great with picking up the fiction since I've been here." And she wanted to be, it was just what happened when there was so much to pick up from a world you were stuck living on.

[white_oleander]

"I'd avoid the Russians," said Astrid, making a face for both Tolstoy and Dostoyevsky. "But I really enjoy when Virginia Woolf shows up on the list, Kurt Vonnegut, too. And Anias Nin. It's really easy to see how she was such an inspiration to my mother.

"She's a poet," she added, an afterthought, almost, with the realization that she probably hadn't told Sabine much about Ingrid. "My mom."

And, since she didn't want to tell Sabine too much more than that, she added a little more. "Tip's recommendations were all really good, too, and you can tell she loves sharing what she likes to read, so you should see her for some, too. And if I read anything else really good, I'll leave of for you."

[seriesofbaddecisions]

That was really the most she'd ever heard about Astrid's mom, yes, but as someone who wasn't talking about her own...

"I'll check them out," she promised, and realized, "It sounds like I'm going to end up starting my own list."

[white_oleander]

"But only read the ones you want," Astrid teased a little as she returned Sabine's words right back to her.

[seriesofbaddecisions]

"Hey," Sabine said, and admitted, "okay, that was actually pretty good."

[white_oleander]

And Astrid was just going to meet that with a sweet, serene sort of smile.

One of the best things about being so quiet and reserved more often than not was how much easier it was to impress people when you decided to actually snark a little.