fandomhighdorms | Second Floor Common Room; Late Tuesday Morning [08/30].

Yesterday had been a lot for Libby, but it had also reminded her that she had a lot of friends and a lot of support here, and, even with all the things she struggled to push past all spelled out as clear as day for nearly everyone to see, they were still there for her. And she was there for them, too, because even though yesterday reminded Libby that she'd been through a lot, it also reminded her that, well....so had most people, here. They'd all had their baggage, but it didn't matter, because they also had each other, and that was...incredibly, necessarily heartening.

And it was her conversation with Charlie in particular that had her swinging by the store after her morning class, with the whole rest of her day free and clear, and set to work at putting together some breakfast. Or probably brunch, at this point, but she liked cooking, and she especially liked cooking for other people, and she really hadn't done it nearly enough lately, and clearly set out to do just that.

So it wouldn't be long at all before the telltale aromas of a good old breakfast casserole started to fill the room, while Libby took to making some fresh squeezed orange juice to go with it while it was baking and, even though she didn't drink it herself, she got some coffee going in the coffee maker, too.

And it just felt nice. It felt good. And she certainly felt a lot lighter than she had yesterday, and she was determined to keep it that way.

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"I wish some of my actual siblings back home felt more like that!" Libby said, with a laugh that wasn't quite as light as she was going for, but she was focusing on getting Charlie her food, anyway. "I might need you to try and convince 'em,if you ever get the chance.

"Do you take anything in your coffee?"

"I absolutely will convince them," Charlie said. "And I'm light and sweet on the coffee, but really my terrible culinary skills do allow me to pour my own coffee."

"Oh, no, it's fine!" Libby insisted, handing over a plate of food and a fork for Charlie. "It's really no trouble..."

But then she sort of realized what she was doing, and faltered, balking slightly.

"I mean," she said hurriedly, "unless you'd rather. I guess you would be able to make it how you like it better than I could."

Charlie laughed and flung herself into a chair. "Wait on me all you want. Maybe next time I'll wait on you."

"I won't cook, she assured her, "But I can get food!"

Libby almost wanted to protest, that she wouldn't know what to do with herself if someone waited on her, but that wasn't necessarily true. It wasn't waiting exactly, but it would be like when Kurt brought her food at the clinic, and that was fine, and, besides, she'd clearly just let a few things from yesterday get to her head a little...

"Fine," she said, nodding, and going to find a coffee mug. "It's on you next time."

She paused a little, mostly for effect, shooting Charlie a grin.

"But only if you promise you won't cook!"

That got a laugh!

"I swear," Charlie said with mock solemnity. "I shall not cook."

"I don't even know," Libby stated, widening her eyes a little as she shook her head, "if I even want you thinking about cooking!"

Although, in all honesty, now that such a big deal was being made of it, she kind of did want to try some of Charlie's cooking. Just to see if it was really that bad. But she also wasn't sure if the island would survive.

Charlie made the 'cross your heart and hope to die' gesture and held out a hand for her coffee.

Oh, she did NOT want Charlie cooking. Besides the potential for vast and life scarring damage, Fandom would have a horde of Aunties descending on it to try and do damage control.

And once Libby remembered to add some milk and sugar, that coffee was ready to be handed over.

"So have your classes been going well so far?" she then asked, like the good Big Sibling that she strived to be. "I know it's only Tuesday, so there haven't been many so far, but sometimes, the first days can be pretty big. Especially when something like yesterday happens."

"Mine are all on Mondays and Tuesdays," she said, sighing with pleasure at the first sip of coffee. "Yesterday's were good and I think today's will be fine as well."

"Just Mondays and Tuesdays?" asked Libby, who usually had at least something every day, because so many of the classes sounded so interesting to her, she couldn't help signing up for as many as she could, so long as they weren't on Thursdays. "What do you think you're going to do with all the rest of your week?"

"Might see about getting a part-time job," Charlie said. "And I think I'm going to head to the mainland, see if I can pick up a few music gigs, find a band to play with."

"Oh! You play music?" Libby laughed a little, shaking her head. "See, sometimes it's hard to really get to know even your siblings at the welcome picnic, because there's so much else going on, that you don't have time to really focus on the person. What do you play? Are you at least better at it than you are at cooking?"

She really couldn't help herself on that one.

"I'm better at everything than I am at cooking," Charlie said with a grin. "I play guitar, banjo, and mandolin, and sing - usually back-up vocals, though I can sing lead if I need to. And yes, I'm very good at it."

"You'll have to show me sometime," said Libby, with a little thrill of excitement because, as far as she knew, she didn't really know anyone who could play an instrument or sing beyond just plunking along at a piano or warbling church hymns. "I'd love to hear it, Charlie."

"Absolutely, we'll have a music night sometime," Charlie offered. "It will be fun!"

"I love that idea," Libby gushed. "It does sound like fun! I'm afraid I probably won't have a whole lot to offer, though. Well, except as an appreciative audience."

"Maybe we can do a bonfire or something," Charlie suggested, "Have a good old fashioned bonfire and sing along - or play along. Something like that. Plus half the fun is just that - people having fun."

"Maybe we can find out who else can play instruments, too," Libby mused, "that we don't yet know about."

"Pretty sure TJ said she plays drums," Charlie offered.

Second Floor Common Room; Late Tuesday Morning [08/30].

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