Fifth Floor Common Room [evening]

[justwantsquiet]

Sookie had Top Model on in the background as she whistled tunelessly in the kitchen. Idle hands had made her restless, and tonight found her making a dish of brownies to enjoy in front of the television. (With sprinkles

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[faithandscience]

The smell of chocolate was indeed a powerful draw, bringing William all the way up from the second floor to investigate.

"Is this your handiwork?" he asked upon entering the room.

[justwantsquiet]

"It is," Sookie said cheerfully, holding out the plate. "Help yourself, hon."

[faithandscience]

"Are you certain?" William asked. "I mean, if these are meant for someone I couldn't possibly..." but they did look really good... whatever they were.

[justwantsquiet]

"They're for everyone to share, sweetheart. Eat one. It'll ease my conscience -- and help me maintain my figure, since I'll eat 'em all myself if you don't," Sookie said with sad, sad eyes.

[faithandscience]

Will hadn't been referred to as 'hon' or 'sweetheart' since, well. He'd been very small.

"If it will put your mind at rest, then I suppose I could be persuaded," he said with a smile as he picked one up. "Though, if I may ask, what sort of confection are they?"

[justwantsquiet]

"These are brownies," Sookie said, sad that he didn't know. "They're like little cakes. Where're you from, if you don't know brownies?"

[faithandscience]

"Montreal, Canada," William replied. "Although perhaps more pertinient is when I'm from," he paused briefly and shook his head. "I am still getting used to saying that as if it is nothing of real consequence. It is 1878, back home."

[justwantsquiet]

"Oh, sweetie, no wonder," Sookie said, eyes wide. "I always feel the worst for y'all who are all out of time. I'm only displaced by 'bout ten years, myself, but poor Rilla's off by about a century, too. Must be startling."

[faithandscience]

"Startling is a rather apt way of putting it, yes," William had to agree, mouth twitching up in a bit of a smile as Sookie mentioned Rilla's name. "I'm William Murdoch, by the way. I'm to take it you've been a student here for some time, Miss...?"

[justwantsquiet]

"Stackhouse. Sookie Stackhouse, but please, just call me Sookie," she said with a smile. "It's a pleasure to meet you, William. I've been here 'bout a year and a half now."

She liked the old-fashioned ones. They appealed to her sense of chivalry, shh.

[faithandscience]

"I don't know," William hedged. "It's not considered terribly polite where I'm from." Not that he knew that many women who didn't have a 'Sister' in front of their name, but details.

[justwantsquiet]

"Not even when the lady in question states it as her preference?" she tried curiously. Eric -- and, for a bit, Bill -- were the only ones who called her Miss Stackhouse. Having someone else do so would throw her off, but she could adjust.

[faithandscience]

"Perhaps after we'd had some time to become acquainted," William relented.

[rilla_myrilla]

And cue Rilla's slightly spazzy wave at him. "Hello!"

[faithandscience]

Will grinned as he caught sight of Rilla. "Miss Blythe! Oh, yes, this is your floor, isn't it?" he said, as if he hadn't known that all along and had been hoping to see her here.

[rilla_myrilla]

"It is indeed," she confirmed, "though I suppose I can be content to share with handsome countrymen."