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Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

The trip had been exciting, but Kiem found he didn't mind being back either, and he didn't mind classes starting again, which, he realised, wasn't what he had expected when arriving in Fandom. He had never liked classes, mostly because he wasn't really good at anything he was expected to learn, and while he might not be good at what he was taught here, no one seemed to mind much.

Except that scary teacher that had replaced Summer. He missed Summer. Which was unexpected too, because he didn't usually miss teachers.

Thinking about all this was, he felt, an acceptable excuse for the taste of the soup he managed to make from all sorts of leftovers in the fridge.

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By then, Troy had definitely recovered from his s'mores-gasbord on Friday, but picking around the common room on his floor didn't seem to yeild any good results for a snack. Before he caved into ordering a pizza or something, though, he decided to scope out downstairs, as well. They actualy did manage to have much better food hanging around down there now that there weren't constantly breakfast leftovers on the third floor.

So he quirked his chin up in greeting to the guy already in there on his way over to the fridge, but then stopped when he realized the guy was currently making something.

"....is that soup?" he ventured a guess.

"I... think so?"

Kiem looked from the pot to Troy and back again.

"Not a very good soup though. But you are welcome to have some of it if you want."

Way to really sell that soup, there, Kiem.

Troy also looked from the pot to Kiem and then back again.

"Yeaaaaah," he said slowly, already starting to pull his phone out of his pocket, "I was actually kind of thinking of ordering some pizza?"

Which was probably a step up from something someone thought was soup...

"That's actually a much better idea," Kiem said. "I should have thought of that before I tried making... this."

He looked at the pot again.

"Do you mind if I order some with you?"

Troy shook his head as he pulled up the number on his phone. "They always send way more than you order anyway," he pointed out. "Not a complaint! Like, at all, just saying, there'll probably be plenty even if you didn't. What do you like on it?"

"Um, cheese, tomatoes, ham, pineapple, peppers, onion."

Kiem was new to pizza.

"And pepperoni."

Well, that was...a lot.

"Go big or go home, I guess," Troy commented with lifted eyebrows, and a shake of his head that seemed almost a little impressed as he finally dialed up the pizza place and put in an order for a pizza with all of...that, and then a meat lovers', which meant that Troy really had no room to judge, it was just his took less time to actually order.

"And, uhhh, I don't know," he added, giving Kiem a sort of shrug, "one wiht just veggies? There's probably people who'd want that around here. Yeah. Uh-huh. Sure. Okay. Yeah, that's right, Troy. Troy Barnes. B-A-R-N--yes, I'm going to pay for it, why would I--? Whatever, fine, just text me when it's at the dorms."

With that, he ended the call with an irritated press of his thumb and complained, "I swear, you dine and dash at one sushi restaurant around here once, and nobody ever forgets it."

"You did that?" Kiem asked, eyebrows raised. "I mean, if nothing else, the squirrels would let everyone know, wouldn't they?"

Terra had spent most of today (and last night), tending to the plants. Thankfully, none of them were of the type that couldn't go a few days without water, so everything was still alive, if a bit on the dry side.

But that was all taken care of, so now Terra was in search of- well, she didn't know what, exactly. Something to do that wasn't in her room.

"Kiem!" she greeted. "It's safe to come back to the room, now." Not that it had exactly been unsafe before, really, but she'd been bustling about the room a lot, fussing over the plants, and talking to them, and so she could see why her roommate might have decided to be elsewhere for a bit.

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"Hi, Terra!" Kiem said. "It's ok, I was just trying to cook something, but you can choose between probably terrible soup and the pizza that Troy just ordered."

He assumed his roommate wanted food after fussing over the plants.

"They definitely let at least all the restaurants know!" Troy scoffed pointedly. "Word of advice. If it says market price on the menu, it is way more expensive than you can afford! And I paid them back. Eventually!"

There was a small pause.

"Still totally worth it," he concluded.

"... 'Probably terrible'?" Terra echoed, eyebrow raised. Pizza was definitely sounding like the better option with that ringing endorsement of his own cooking skills.

"Okay," Kiem said. He hadn't really been in a situation where not paying would have been necessary, and he wouldn't have been able to escape unnoticed anyway, so he felt he shouldn't judge.

"As long as they let you order pizza, because we really shouldn't be stuck with the soup."

"I haven't tasted it," Kiem clarified. "But it smells odd."

He gestured towards the pot, in case Terra wanted to find out for herself.

Terra went over and gave it an experimental sniff.

"I think you're right," she agreed. "Pizza may be the wisest course of action, here."

"What did you even put in that soup, man?" Troy asked, very much in the tone of someone who wasn't sure if he really actually wanted to know.

"Why wouldn't it be safe to go to the room?" asked Troy, who, in the future, would return with a stack of pizzas to much more disturbing things than this, and had no idea how lucky he was when he returned with a stack of pizzas to just that.

"There were a lot of tins," Kiem said. "And some leftovers. Nothing that smelled bad. I'm not used to cooking but I thought I should try it."

"Troy saved the day," Kiem said with a grin. "Are the plants doing okay?"

They seemed to, but he didn't know much about plants.

"I mean," Troy allowed, "good for trying, I guess, but maybe some things are just better left as they are? But, hey, I'm sure someone will try it."

Not him.

....probably.

...damn, now he was kind of curious?

It was like the s'mores-gasboard taught him nothing!

"Oh, well," Terra waved a hand. "There's- I keep a lot of plants. And some of them were quite dried out after being left alone for a week, you see, and I was just- moving around a lot, in the room, making sure they all were tended to."

"Oh, they seem to be!" Terra said cheerfully. "A little dried out, but nothing that a bit of," she wiggled the fingers of one hand, "couldn't fix."

The magic had been a bit of a last resort, but a couple of the more fragile plants had definitely required a little perking up.

"So..." said Troy, sounding a little uncertain, as he went to put the stack of pizzas on the table, "just a lot of moving around plants? Do they try to eat people or anything like that?"

"Oh! No, no, no..." Terra assured him. At least, none of the ones she kept in the room did. "It wasn't really- it was never unsafe, just- busy. And not everyone likes being in a small space when someone else is puttering around in said space, you know?"

"I should put up a warning sign," Kiem said jokingly.

"Hey, by the way, you do radio, don't you?"

Kiem just knew by now that his roommate was good with plants, and that it was a good thing that she never asked him to look after them because he was sure it would end disastrously.

"That's good," he said. "Oh, by the way, do you like animals?"

No reason.

"Well, sure," Terra nodded. "Who doesn't?"

Any talk about potentially terrible soup that required warning signs went right out the window (where the soup itself probably should have gone, too, let's be honest) with that question, and Troy's face instantly lit up with a certain pride and excitement of what he was pretty sure the first time someone had actually recognize him from radio.

"That's right!" he said, shoulders squared, chin lifted, and a grin that he couldn't control even if he tried. "Every Friday morning! I'm the Troy in," and, of course, the next part had to be sung jauntily, "🎵 ~Troy and Astrid in the moooorn-ning!~ 🎵!

"Are you a fan?"

Troy relaxed a little with the reassurance that someone wasn't keeping people-eating plants in their rooms, and then nodded a little as he considered the rest of what she said. "I get that," he allowed. "Can get kinda crowded, especially if there's plants involved..."

Should he get some plants involved in his room? It could add a nice pop of life to the mess of blanket and pillow forts that was his room right now.

Kiem wasn't sure 'fan' was the right word, but he listened to most of the radio broadcasts and Troy and Astrid were usually fun.

"Of course!" he said. "How did you end up doing it? Did the squirrels recruit you?"

"I've been thinking that perhaps getting a pet might be fun," he said, adding: "One that won't eat the plants."

Blame this on having looked after Colonel Bahamutt and then stopping by Furnado to talk to Sakaki.

"I...don't remember, actually," Troy admitted, his head tilting as he tried to think back to it, then shrugged his shoulders. "Probably? I used to do it with Summer? She's that cool teacher? With the ponytail? But she got super wasted at parties, like, all the time, so Astrid would cover for her, but we realized Astrid and me, we had such good chemistry that it just became our thing, you know?"

"Summer is great," Kiem said. "Did she tell you about the face-hugging alien and the toothpick? I'm really sad that she left and was replaced by the scary mean teacher."

"I...don't think I caught that one," Troy admitted, although, honestly, there was a good chance he had heard about it and just sort of forgot, even though he'd like to think he'd remember something like face-hugging aliens....

"Which scary mean teacher?" he then asked, trying to think of which one would fit that description, but he barely paid attention in half his classes, much less to the teachers teaching them. That poetry teacher he had was pretty bad, but that was robably because, you know...poetry.

"The dark-haired one that glares at you," Kiem said. "Rosa. Have you met her?"

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