Second Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

[stringstothesoul]

Erasmus had ordered Chinese takeout for dinner, but the delivery guy had brought...way too much. Like, way too much. So he'd decided to eat in the common room, where maybe he could foist some off on someone else, and there was always the refrigerator for leftovers.

While he shoved fried rice and mushroom chicken into his mouth, he'd started flipping idly through the channels on the TV, and wow, this dimension's TV programming was weird. Where were all the nonhumans? Where was that popular crime drama about a warlock detective and his vampire partner, who the whole internet agreed should make out and Erasmus totally hadn't written half a fanfic about, really, he swore? Where was--wait. He flipped back a channel.

"Oh, thank Gaia, Interspecies Habitat." A popular home design show about refitting homes to suit the needs of romantic partners from two very different species? He'd take it. This week's pair were a siren and a yeti, so it ought to be interesting.

(Open common room is open!)

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[thatsmysword]

"You know a lot about the food around here, then, do you?"

He was scurrying over to the rest of the food, to pick through it. "Suppose you're fitting in easy like."

[stringstothesoul]

"Well, I'm not a pony any more," he said, "so...things are looking up. I never properly appreciated my thumbs before, it turns out."

[thatsmysword]

"Honestly the faster I can forget about the pony thing, the better my life will be," Henry admitted. "That was absolutely mad."

[stringstothesoul]

"Arden made it sound like probably more of that stuff would happen," Erasmus told him. "Turning into things, I mean. Hopefully not ponies again." Hopefully things with thumbs.

[thatsmysword]

"I hope not," Henry muttered. "I have a hard enough time keeping my grip on it all as it is."

Unfortunately, he had been cursed by the God of Situations at birth.

[stringstothesoul]

Whomst among them, etc.

"Kind of hard to keep your grip without thumbs," Erasmus joked, and then, "Sorry, too soon?"

[thatsmysword]

Henry huffed a laugh in spite of himself. "Ah, no, it is at that," he said. "Can't hold everything in your mouth all the time."

Not dirty.