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Second Floor Common Room; Saturday Morning [04/09].

Even though there were definitely a few things left floating around unresolved in her head, Libby was having a much better week than last week, and was finally starting to feel a little more like herself again. So much so, in fact, that she was feeling a few pangs of homesickness again, and thought maybe some cooking in the common room might help with that. She suspected that most of the other students would probably be spending their Saturdays sleeping in, but that was a luxury she still hadn't quite gotten used to enjoying. So she was up pretty bright and early, out of habit still more than anything, checked the fridge, hit up the store, and then returned to get to work on (what else?) a breakfast casserole.

If anything, maybe the smell of it cooking might drag at least a few hungry stomachs out of bed, and, if not, well...she might venture toward the TV and give it a look. Weren't Saturday morning cartoons sort of a whole thing for worldly kids? She didn't really have that much of a pressing interest in the experience, truth be told, but it might be interesting to see what that was all supposed to be about.

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Kurt ha been up for a bit, and with nothing really catching his interest in the mini-fridge in their room (which really probably could use a major clean out at this point), he made his way into the common area.

"Oh hey Libby!" he said with a grin as he walked in, arm still dutifully in the sling. "How's it going?"

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Even that mini-fridge at its worst would probably still not be nearly as bad as what some of these common room fridges had seen in the past. Or occasionally still see in the present...

Libby looked over from where she was scooping up her first helping of the just-finished casserole with a smile and a small nod of approval to see the sling. "Good morning, Kurt," she greeted. "You've got great timing, I just pulled this out of the oven if you're hungry. There's definitely plenty to go around."

There always would be, really.

"How's the wrist feeling?"

Kurt? Hungry or interested in food? Ummm hello... have you meet him!?!?!

"Oh another breakfast casserole? Yes, please. It smells delicious. Looks it too!" Kurt said, looking over at the large dish in front of Libby.

"Ah and the wrist is pretty good. Took a little work to get in a comfortable position last night but managed pretty good considering."

When in doubt...make it a casserole.

"Well," she said, considering the plate she'd just scooped out for a moment before just handing that one over to Kurt and reaching for a new plate for herself, "better a little discomfort now than a prolonged discomfort later. I'm glad to hear it's not giving you too much trouble, though."

Just enough, she hoped, that it would remind him to take better care next time!

Kurt reached out with his good hand and nodded in thanks, suddenly very glad it wasn't his dominant hand that was currently immobilized.

"You've done a good job with it though," he said as he made his way over to the table to sit down. "Everything's still nice and tight and in place."

"And now," Libby noted with a grin, "you'll have a week or two to get really good at doing things one-handed. So that way," she really shouldn't tease Kurt, she told herself, but she couldn't really help herself, "when we do have to amputate..."

She trailed off to leave the rest to the imagination, going to the cupboard for some glasses.

"Can I get you something to drink, too?"

Kurt gave a mock gulp of fear and then grinned, letting Libby know he appreciated the humor.

"Ah, if there's any orange juice that is still good in there (because again dorm fridges could be scary at times) that would be great. Danke!"

The whole concept that something could exist in a fridge long enough to go bad was completely foreign to Libby, to the point where she didn't even think of something like that until Kurt mentioned it, which meant she was definitely checking the orange juice before pouring it. First by the expiration date, and then by smell, because when you had to stretch every food dollar as far as you could, expiration dates were more suggestions than hard-and-fast rules.

"Seems good to me!" she was pleased to report, and, hey, if it wasn't? Well, she knew some medical procedures for that, too! So she went ahead and poured a glass to bring over to Kurt before going back for her own.

"Any exciting plans for the day?" she asked.

Eh, as long as it wasn't like fermented beyond recognition, his speedy metabolism was likely to burn through a little past ex date juice before it did much harm. But still, wasn't something he was egger to test out in real life.

"Just chilling out today. Might head out to the beach for a walk. Or may finally get around to writing a few emails back home to see how everyone is doing back at the Academy. What about you? Aside from cooking up breakfast for everyone."

That last part pulled a little bit of a pleased grin out of Libby, who, with only herself left to feed at the moment, finally had her plate and her glass of orange juice and joined Kurt at the table. "Nothing too exciting yet," she said. "Probably just some reading, and my friend Zo might call later. We've..." Libby paused, biting her lip a little as she looked down at her plate, pushed a little of the casserole with her fork, "been overdue for a catch-up."

It seemed like so big an understatement that it almost bordered on a lie.

"It's hard not being able to talk to friends and family at times isn't it?" Kurt said with an understanding nod. "Did... Zo live near you back home?"

There was a little more moving around of food on her plate at the mention of family and even a bite to buy a little more time before Libby responded. After all, it would just be impolite, talking if her mouth was full.

But when she did finish and swallowed it down with a drink of her orange juice, she smiled, and it was a genuine one. "About as near as you could get," she said. "Her family moved into the house next to ours."

And, in a whirlwind of events she still couldn't believe could have happened in such a short amount of time, wound up changing...everything.

"I'm sure you will have a lot to tell her about" Kurt said pausing between bites for a moment. "I don't know what its like where you were compared to here but I'm sure there's a lot that is different and that she would love to hear about too!"

Kurt knew what it was like- he had gone from German to America and more places than he could have imagined, even in the few short yeas he had been here, before meeting Logan and the Professor.

"Back home, Storm and the Professor just want to know how my classes are going" he said with a small laugh. "Scott keeps asking for updates on my training, and Logan just wants to know what the bars are like... as if he's planning a visit or something."

Libby and Zo had been checking in with each other pretty often since she left, especially once Libby told her just how different this place really was, but even with those frequent conversations...Libby's eyes went a little wide with the overwhelming truth of Kurt's first statement...even though she'd only be covering the last few weeks alone.

But since Kurt was going to be a big part of that, she wasn't going to say anything more about it, and ignore the slight heat she felt splashed across her cheeks. "He should be glad to know there's at least two of them, then, right?" she said, but, well, she didn't know a whole lot about bars, she'd only ever been in one the one time for the Three Minute Dates thing and that had kind of been a weird accident. "Do you think everyone's pleased with how you've been doing here?"

"He seemed impressed a place this small has more than one" Kurt said with a laugh. "Course, I think all Logan needs to be happy is a few beers and a cigar to be honest."

Kurt took a few more bites of the delicious breakfast and thought about Libby's last question.

"I think they are. It's going a lot better already than it was at my last school. So, progress and all." Kurt shrugged but really it was a bigger deal than he let on. "Not having to hide behind an image-inducer all the time and not being ran out of town for being... different.... it's a new but nice experience. And I'm glad the Professor and everyone is happy with my progress so far."

Libby's smile in response to that was soft and encouraging, but more than a little sad, as well, as it always was whenever she thought about how hard things must have been for Kurt. And she liked to think, in a way, even though her experiences were definitely a different kind of different, that she could at least understand...a little bit, anyway.

"I'm sure," she said, "not having to worry so much about that and just being able to be yourself here has had a lot to do with that, too."

She wished she could say that she found it difficult to think of anyone not liking Kurt as he was, but...she didn't really have to go far back at all, even in her very limited experience, to know better than that.

"Very true. It also helps getting to meet amazing people too. Like you" Kurt added with a smile and a bit of heated flush rising to his own cheeks. "Definitely makes it easier to settle in to a new place. And makes it a lot more fun too. Even when you get hurt" he said nodded towards his bandaged wrist.

"Well, I hope getting hurt's not so fun that you'll find yourself continuing to do it!" Libby remarked smartly, with a wave of her fork at Kurt, because gently chiding him for potential recklessness made it much easier to not think too hard on that like you he threw in there. "We'll run out of bandages and gauze in no time!"

They would not. That clinic was ridiculously well stocked.

"Nawww... I will have to find some other reason to keep coming by the clinic" Kurt said as casually as he could. "I mean lunches can only go so far before they get a bit old and loose their appeal. Mya just have to find some new recipes to try out!"

"You could just stop by to say hello," Libby pointed out, especially since it definitely wasn't the lunches she missed with the fact that it seemed he hadn't been coming around as much as he had at first. In fact, him making and bringing her food just wound up making her feel awkward, like they were doing it all wrong. If anyone was making food, it should be her.

"True..." Kurt said, suddenly feeling silly for not having just taken that approach sooner. "Guess I was worried about getting you in trouble with the nurses for just coming by and hanging out without a reason... But yeah can always stop by real quick. Sorry I've not been by much lately. Classes ~~and not at all the muns insane life~~ have been a bit hectic the last few weeks."

Libby made the sort of face that someone had when they wanted to say something, but knew they shouldn't, because after the week before last, quite a few of those nurses had no room to talk about visitors.

"And school should definitely come first," she said, instead, with a decisive nod and a spearing of a cheese-laden tater tot with her fork, which she popped into her mouth, and grinned while she chewed.

"Hard to believe," she added a moment later, "we're actually almost finished with the semester."

Her first semester at a normal school, and she'd even managed to come out of it not too scathed!

"It's amazing isn't it? And I can't wait to see what else the year has for us and what amazing classes we get to take and what other adventures there are our there."

Kurt stopped for a moment, hesitating with what he was about to say next and focused on finishing off what was left on his plate before he looked back at Libby.

"And doing it all with good friends makes it even better."

Libby had to grin at that. It was certainly better than going through it with no one but your own siblings, that was for sure! Of course, she wasn't about to say that outloud.

"It really does," she agreed. "Everyone here is just really so great."

Then again, she was working from a very small sample size to compare with.

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