Fourth Floor Common Room - Saturday Morning

[thankgoditsme]

Thursday he'd started getting a cold. Yesterday it had gotten worse. Today, Friday wanted to curl up into a ball and die. He settled for the curling up in a ball thing. Said ball was on one of the couches in the fourth floor common room, swaddled in blankets, staring blearily at the cartoon cat and mouse on the TV and feeling very sorry for himself

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[sorella_vecchia]

"You," Triela observed oh-so-helpfully, "Look positively awful."

[thankgoditsme]

"Yeah, I feel it too."

[sorella_vecchia]

"You should drink some tea," she decided, heading over to prepare some. Whether he liked it or not.

[thankgoditsme]

"Angela just made me some, but I wouldn't say no to another cup."

[sorella_vecchia]

"Good," Triela called over her shoulder, "Because I'm not going to drink it all by myself."

"I'm Triela, by the way."

[thankgoditsme]

"I'm Friday. I don't normally have this much gunk coming out of my body."

[sorella_vecchia]

"That's reassuring. Because if you did I think I might make it a point to avoid you."

[thankgoditsme]

"I think I'd try to avoid myself if this was a day to day thing."

[sorella_vecchia]

"That'd be a neat trick," Triela laughed as she walked back over. "Here," she held out a steaming teacup.

[thankgoditsme]

"Thanks." He took the cup and sipped at it. "Tea makes everything better."

[sorella_vecchia]

"Yeah," she agreed. "Too bad my old roommate Claes isn't here. She's got a magic touch with the stuff."

Not that Triela was a slouch, but...

[thankgoditsme]

"The only thing better than tea is really, really good tea. Maybe chocolate pizza too."

[sorella_vecchia]

"Chocolate... pizza?" Triela repeated, tone highly skeptical.

[thankgoditsme]

"It's not normal pizza. It's sweet dough with chocolate pieces and syrup on it."

[sorella_vecchia]

"That doesn't sound good at all," Triela said, making a displeased face.

[thankgoditsme]

"It's like a sweet pastry, but thicker."