Second Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening

[kawalsky]

The television had decided it had a mind of its own, or it was just glitchy. Every few minutes a new show would come on. First it was that crazy soap opera with the dummy/puppet boy, then it was Wormhole X-treme: Shangri-La, then Bitterwoman (of course

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[swerval_zero]

Zero walked into the common room.

Yes, walked. Look, girl-shaped!

[kawalsky]

"Didn't you used to be a kitten?"

[swerval_zero]

"Yeh," Zero said. "I changed back."

[kawalsky]

Kawalsky hesitated, then spoke, "There's a question I wanna know the answer to, but I get the feeling if I ask, I'm gonna wind up webbed to the ceiling again."

[swerval_zero]

Zero arched one eyebrow at him and said, "If it involves clothes, the answer is 'mew.'"

[kawalsky]

"But I don't speak cat."

[swerval_zero]

"Exactly."

[kawalsky]

Kawalsky could, on occasion, take a hint. "Right. So what's the news, Technicolor?"

[swerval_zero]

Zero shook her head. "Can't tell you, I'd die." Of Vader.

[kawalsky]

"So there's stuff going on I don't know about, but you can't tell because of a death threat? Does this have anything to do with Sam running off for the weekend and leaving me a freak-out voicemail or something new?"

[swerval_zero]

Zero shook her head. "Nope. I don' have any swoo about that, sorry."

[kawalsky]

He shrugged. "It's Sam. I'd be more worried if she was sitting at home baking cookies, and not just because her last batch turned me into Danny Zuko."

[swerval_zero]

"Yeh, Sam must not cook," Zero agreed.

[kawalsky]

"Well, she can cook, but I think we should give everything she cooks to the enemy. Whatever enemy there is. The enemy of the week."

[swerval_zero]

"Next invasion," Zero said, "We'll set up a stand an' give the invaders her cooking. If they have mouths."

[kawalsky]

"I'm in as long as they're not snickerdoodles. Don't need to give the invaders a taste for humans."