2nd Floor Common Room: After Classes

[oatmanspatient]

After his last class, Marty decided that the best thing that his fellow students needed was some decent food and beverages in order to celebrate their survival over the weekend

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[chasingangela]

Angela heard a rumor of food (okay, Marty might have called her) and made her way to the common room. "Oh my god, you're feeding us, I love you," she said, reaching for the butter chicken.

[oatmanspatient]

Marty flashed her a grin. "Now are you loving me because I'm just me? Or because I brought food?"

[chasingangela]

"Both," Angela decided, and took a bite of chicken. "And because you aren't a troll."

[oatmanspatient]

"Maybe I am a troll," Marty replied. "Just a very good looking one."

[chasingangela]

Angela gave him a look. "Modest, too," she said.

[oatmanspatient]

"I've always found that to be my most admirable quality," Marty joked. "If you want me to prove my trollness I'll be happy to demonstrate by destroying all the furniture."

[chasingangela]

"But that would spill all the lovely Indian food," Angela said logically. "So don't troll out."

She tilted her head. "You were okay this weekend?"

[oatmanspatient]

"No food spillage," Marty nodded seriously. "I went out on Saturday night to help but I ended up taking Nadia to the clinic when she was hurt. After that I stayed out of the fighting. Everyone else seemed to have everything out of control so I just hung out with Nadia."

[chasingangela]

Angela looked surprised. "I never thought you would actually stay away from a fight," she said. "But I'm glad you did. I helped with some research Saturday, but I found, like, nothing."

"Is Nadia okay?"

[oatmanspatient]

"Hurt her arm and was a little rattled," Marty replied. "And there are more powerful people here than me who can handle the battling of trolls. I felt like I was shooting at a bear with a BB gun. I'm glad you stayed safe this weekend and weren't kidnapped."

[chasingangela]

"I'm glad it wasn't worse. And they would have taken you before me -- they were looking for pretty men."

[oatmanspatient]

"Apparently I'm not pretty enough for their standards," Marty joked. "Though I have to say I'm pretty thankful for that."

[chasingangela]

"Well, they're trolls," Angela said. "It makes sense their taste would be a little off."

[oatmanspatient]

"Maybe they preferred blonds," Marty snickered. "At least everyone seems to be okay or at least not seriously hurt."

[chasingangela]

"The really hurt people might still be in the clinic," Angela pointed out. "But yeah. Nobody died. I guess that should make us happy."

[oatmanspatient]

"Speaking of happier things, have you decided what you are going to do for Christmas?" Marty asked as he took a bite of chicken curry.