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

[outofthequiver]

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.

[[ might be slow due to work, but open common room is open! ]]

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[wildgalegirl]

"Or maybe more of the Fandom weirdness thwy keep telling us about," Charlie suggested.

[scarlet_and_indigo]

"Or that," TJ agreed. "I prefer to think there's some secret bear busker society having a convention."

[wildgalegirl]

Charlie laughed and held out a hand for a high five. "All in for a secret bear busker society convention," she said.

[scarlet_and_indigo]

TJ met her for the high five (well, three). "I should see if they need a drummer."

Not that she had a drum kit. You were welcome, Allie.

[wildgalegirl]

"I'm not sure how much use they'd have for an electric guitar, banjo, or mandolin," Charlie said, "but I make a great roadie."