Fourth Floor Common Room [Sunday Evening]

[grenfelzer]

Carmela's not that great a cook (well, she *can* manage a pretty decent pie, thanks to this summer's workshop, but that's baking, technically), so instead she's ordered a few pizzas and plunked them down on the table in the common room for anyone who'd like any. That done, she turns her attention to the TV to ask it (yes, ask it) if there's

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[ladycfitzgerald]

"What is that exquisite smell?" asked Anne, who had followed her (still very nice, if you asked her) nose toward the common room.

[grenfelzer]

"Pizza!" Carmela grins, instantly recognising the girl as one of her classmates from the pie workshop. The red hair is kind of unmistakable. "Help yourself to a slice or two," she says, waving at the stack of plates and then the boxes of pizza.

[ladycfitzgerald]

"But . . . what is it?" Anne is still looking very quizzically at the stack of boxes, sniffing as if trying to drink in the aroma of pizza, while at the same time managing to look very confused by it.

[grenfelzer]

"...You've seriously never heard of pizza?" Carmela blinks. Oh sure. Aliens she can take in stride, but someone who's never experienced *pizza* before? Well that's just weird.

[l1ttle_billy]

One might wonder what a television thought was good. "This is what I love about the common rooms, there's food."

[grenfelzer]

Apparently the television was a Bitterwoman fan, because it kept flipping back to the channel currently showing reruns. "I'm pretty sure it's possible to go for months at a time without actually cooking for yourself," Carmela confides. "Which is why I figured it was my turn to contribute the free food."

[l1ttle_billy]

"I think it might be close to my turn too." Billy mused. "Give a little back to the community. And thank you for feeding us this evening."

[itsjustlanguage]

The smell of pizza was very familiar. Hoshi thanked her lucky stars that they had it in this century too. She took a quick look around the common room as she entered. It looked comfortable and big enough that it wouldn't trigger her claustrophobia.

[l1ttle_billy]

"Hey, Hoshi right?"

[itsjustlanguage]

"Yes. You're Billy?" she asked.

[l1ttle_billy]

"Yep. Last name of Kessler. How're you settling in so far?"

[palestshadow]

Naminé heard sounds from the common room below hers, and grabbed her sketchpad to hop down. "Is this food for everyone?" she asked hopefully. "I'm not on this floor."

[grenfelzer]

"Hey Namine," Carmela says with a smile. "Of course there is, you don't need to live here to have some. I'm just offering it as a way to attract company, and you're company, so that works,"

[palestshadow]

"That's very kind of you," Naminé smiled. "And it smells delicious. I hope you get rather a crowd, then. Although not too many, or you might run out of pizza. An angry pizza-less mob might be unfortunate."

[grenfelzer]

"And that's when I'd drag Ronan in here and convince him to cook something," Carmela admits with a wink.

[ashockingbitch]

Jenny followed the smell of pizza down the hall from her room. "I smell Italian," she announced from the door to the common room. "More importantly, I see Italian."

[palestshadow]

Naminé waved with a smile. "Carmela is planning to lure people in to the common room with a cunning use of pizza," she explained. "Her plot appears to be working, so far."

[ashockingbitch]

"I find myself falling prey to it as we speak," Jenny said, moving to help herself to a slice of pizza. "I take it you're not Carmela, then?"

[palestshadow]

"As did I. And no, my name is Naminé." She flushed slightly. "You're Jenny, yes?"