Room 512: Friday Evening

[badassprodigy]

Barry normally wouldn't have done this in his room but let's face it: the warehouse did not have a safe surface to eat off of.

Thank you Reno and Rikku!

So dinner with Elsa tonight was happening in 512. And while Elsa was handling dinner Barry was dealing with dessert. Specifically a inside s'mores burner, gourmet marshmallows and lots of chocolate.

So barring the entire dorm breaking in for s'mores it should be a nice evening...

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[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Dinner tonight, by the time Elsa made her way to Barry's room, just so happened to be only slightly burnt bruschetta and some potatoes baked in goose fat, courtesy of Hannibal's cooking class. Elsa was proud of both, but allowed that neither were exactly suitable for a full meal, so she'd also stopped at Il Pollo to pick up a tray of 'something healthy,' which turned out to be a lovely chicken pesto dish, served on whole wheat pasta.

"We've only gotten as far as potatoes this week in class," she explained as she set the dish down, blushing. "The potatoes are mine, though."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Well better than what I would have put together," Barry said looking at the dishes as he pulled out some paper plates and plastic utensils. "Sorry I don't have real plates or utensils to fucking eat with. Looks fucking good though. How's your day?"

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"Paper is fine," Elsa decided, smiling down at the plates. "It's almost like a picnic this way. But with fewer insects."

And that was always a win, right?

"My day's been pretty good, actually. Most of it has just involved Doctor Lecter's class, admittedly, but that seemed to go well enough." A beat, and then she decided to add for elaboration, "I didn't light anything on fire."

A definite win!

"How has yours been?"

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"I watched Tunt and Poovey get absolutely drunk off their fucking asses," Barry said shaking his head. "And they had us mix cocktails. I don't drink so it was a bit of a waste for me though."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"I don't either," Elsa admitted, smiling faintly. "I can't imagine ever wanting to compromise my self-control that way. It seems like a recipe for disaster."

Disaster, eternal winter, same thing.

"I'm impressed they're still teaching here," she added, smiling wryly. "Is the school administration just not aware of their... unique teaching methods?"

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"At this point does it really matter? The entertainment value on those two alone will have me taking their class," Barry chuckled. "And I can handle whatever dangerous stuff they might introduce."

Barry started to fill his plate with food. "Okay these potatoes smell fucking good. Is that just the duck fat?"

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"I think so," Elsa replied, "the goose. There's also garlic, parsley, and butter. It was a surprisingly simple recipe!"

And again, she had managed not to light anything on fire. Which was quite the accomplishment when the topic of the day was cooking in oils.

"I... might have to try just investigating the contents of cookbooks, from time to time. There should be something I can handle outside of Doctor Lecter's class."

Maybe ice cream.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

And she wouldn't even need a freezer!

Barry took another bite of food and sat back in his chair looking relaxed.

"This is nice. Nothing weird or bizarre just... Normal. I needed this."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"That would make two of us," Elsa decided. "Normal is something that doesn't happen nearly often enough around here. And," she held up her fork, a piece of potato skewered on the end of it, "we probably don't have to worry about people barging in while we're in here."

At least, she hoped so. Reno and Rikku really didn't belong in the dorms.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Well Edward might make an appearance but I don't think the rest of the dorm will be beating down the door to talk to us," Barry agreed. "Though at some point I need to talk to Eleanor. I kind of promised Joker I would."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Elsa chewed on her lip for a moment at the mention of Eleanor.

"Is he worried about her? She was saying things in Karla's class about how she thought it was selfish of her to let people go along, last weekend. I need to have a talk to her about that myself, I think, without all of our classmates about."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

Barry half-choked on a potato but quickly swallowed it just fine. "Um. No. Eleanor broke his fucking hand when they were... Um. Doing stuff," he said awkwardly. "So. That on top of the whole rapture thing."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

Elsa made a small noise of distress about... well... all of it, really. Barry choking wasn't really something she was equipped to deal with, and Eleanor breaking Joker's hand was up there pretty high on the list of not-great-things-about-this-week.

"While they were--"

Her eyes widened a little. Oh. Ooooh.

"Will he be okay? Oh no, Eleanor's not going to want to touch him ever again..."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Joker's fine," Barry said rolling his eyes. "He's fucking proud that he got his hand broken while they were... You know. Anders healed him magically so he's fine. Eleanor on the other hand has that on top of last weekend to deal with."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

She was chewing the inside of her cheek now, silently worrying about Eleanor.

"I might need to talk to her regardless... just maybe... not about Joker. I've been worried about her even without knowing about that, after all. Thank goodness for Anders, though."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, there's a lot to be said for magical healing," Barry admitted. "Too bad it can't take care of mental trauma. Eleanor and everyone would benefit from that. Even Kathy was worried about Anders. We had a long talk about Rapture earlier this week and ethical issues. I worry about her sometimes and her desire to be a super hero."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"A long talk? What about it made you worry?"

A beat.

"If that's any of my business at all."

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"She just seems so... Optimistic. Like that with her super powers she could have breezed through Rapture without any issues. I'm worried that someday her optimism and super powers won't be enough for her," he said as he started to frown. "Maybe we should find a happier topic."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"Maybe we should," Elsa agreed softly. "I... I've been thinking about getting a pet, have I mentioned? Between taking care of you when you were a dog, and watching Soleil for Eleanor. The company is quite pleasant."

And it didn't demand much! Food and water and some cleaning up after, now and again.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"No, you haven't," Barry said looking pleasantly surprised. "I think that's a great idea. You took great care of me when I was a dog which is a fucking phrase I thought I'd never say. What kind of pet are you thinking of?"

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"You know, I haven't really thought quite that far ahead," Elsa admitted. "But something... easy? There are easy pets, right? This would be my first."


[Bedtime for me! Sp?]

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Maybe a fish or a hamster?" Barry suggested. "Or are you thinking of more of a cat or a dog?"

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"I really only have any experience with cats and dogs," Elsa admitted. "We have horses back home, but they're not really pets, the same way. And I certainly wouldn't be able to keep one in my room."

Which was what the stables were for.

[notaweenie.livejournal.com]

"Well a horse might be a bit of a stretch. Even with the stables near the dorms. I think there's some stables in town if you want someone else to care for it," Barry said thoughtfully. "Or you could go with a cat. I'm not big on pets but I could always help."

[iceolatedqueen.livejournal.com]

"I might have to take you up on that," Elsa decided. "You probably know your way around this sort of thing better than I do, all the same. Other living creatures and I really don't have experience with one another, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't nervous just considering it."

She was still half convinced that she was going to end up with a pet dogsicle, gloves or no.