Third Floor Common Room, Tuesday, After Workshops

[lilpunkinbelly]

Dawn was making herself dinner. Or, really, she was gathering dinner, since at this exact moment, it seemed to consist of potato chips, jelly beans, peanut butter, and some carrot sticks.

For the nutrition, of course.

Anyone who wanted to make something real would probably be very welcome.

[ooc: Open, of course!]

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[cantjossme]

Mel wandered into the common room looking more chipper than she had been in days. "Now that looks like a home spun dinner. No Twinkies?"

[lilpunkinbelly]

"Oooh, thank you!" Dawn said, rummaging through cupboards, "I knew I forgot something. You look like you're in a good mood."

[cantjossme]

"Had a good weekend. Camping? Totally rocketship," Mel said with a smirk. "I had S'mores. Which are also rocketship. And roasted hotdogs on a fire. Rocketship."

Mel snagged a carrot and flopped on the couch.

"All in all? Rocketship. Did I mention the weekend was rocketship?"

[lilpunkinbelly]

"Like you were working for NASA," Dawn grinned. "Any particular reason, or just a food coma?"

[cantjossme]

Mel hesitated for a second and just grinned. "Things just suck less now for me than they did last week. That make sense?"

[lilpunkinbelly]

"Uh huh." Dawn was happy that things had worked out for Mel. Whatever those things were. "You didn't kill anything while you were camping, did you?"

[cantjossme]

"I wish. I got lost in the woods for several hours and I didn't get to shoot anybody."

[lilpunkinbelly]

"Okay, sucks on the first part, but I gotta say--I'm good with the second part."

[cantjossme]

"Paint gun. Not a real gun," Mel said with a pout. "Not that I shoot anyone here at school with a gun. Much."

[lilpunkinbelly]

"See, this is why I need glasses to polish, like Giles," Dawn remarked, scooping up peanut butter with another potato chip, "so when you say things like that, I don't make stupid faces, even though I'm pretty sure you're kidding. Want some?" She offered the jar.

[cantjossme]

"Sure," Mel replied with a smirk as she grabbed a chip and got some peanut butter. "So what you're saying is I shouldn't be shooting at my fellow students and faculty."

Mel shook her head.

"See? You've taken away my fun."

[lilpunkinbelly]

"It's my job. Or maybe just the Watchers' slogan--'Watchers Council--taking away the Slayers' fun since 1995.'" She grinned. "Water balloons are always good, though."

[cantjossme]

"Can I fill them with paint?"

[lilpunkinbelly]

"As long as you're not throwing them at me? You bet."

[cantjossme]

"Well what can I throw at you?"

[lilpunkinbelly]

"I don't think I like this line of conversation."