3rd Floor Common Room [Sunday Afternoon]

[longislandiceme]

Bobby's ability to somehow procure massive amounts of food had not deserted him, as evidenced by the fact that currently in the common room there was one (1) Bobby Drake, a stack of the last three (3) issues of Rebel Justice Unleashed and one dozen (12) pizzas of various varieties

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[notmyownage]

After sleeping in nice and late, Claudia had awoken to the wonderful smell of a large variety of pizza toppings. She followed her nose out to the common room.

"Please tell me you're sharing?" What? She'd met teenage boys before. The guy just might be planning to eat all that himself.

[longislandiceme]

"There's no way I can eat all this by myself, so yeah," Bobby nodded. Yes, that was the voice of experience talking.

[notmyownage]

Claudia did a very small victory dance. "Awesome, no cafeteria food for me!" She went to hunt down something with a variety of veggie toppings and a nice, contrasting slice of something meaty. "I'm Claudia, and you are my new favorite person of the hour."

[longislandiceme]

Bobby hid a grin at the victory dance, because it was really kind of adorable. "You have a favorite person for every hour?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "Doesn't that get hard to keep track of, after a while?"

[cataclysmicluck]

"Hey," Zayne greeted as he walked into the common room. "That... is a lot of pizzas. Did I miss any signs about a party?"

[longislandiceme]

"Nah, the restaurants in Fandom just seem to have a thing for giving me extra food," Bobby shrugged. "I don't understand it, but I've stopped questioning it, especially since they never seem to charge me for more than what I'd actually ordered."

[cataclysmicluck]

"Maybe it's a special sale that they haven't told anyone about," Zayne suggested. "It's not a very good sale, I guess."

[longislandiceme]

"Not from their point of view," Bobby had to agree. "I, on the other hand? Can't complain, exactly. I get food and a surefire way of attracting people to hang out with. It's a win-win."

[bloody_luck]

"Food?" Mat greeted the room, walking in with a hopeful smile.

[longislandiceme]

"And a very merry food to you too," Bobby replied with a nod.

[bloody_luck]

"Thank you," Mat said, winking, as he sauntered over to the pizzas. "Is there one in particular you'd recommend?"

[longislandiceme]

"Now, that is a difficult choice," Bobby looked thoughtful. "They've all got their relative merits, but today seems like a pepperoni and sausage kind of day, I think."

[bitch_prince]

"I thought I smelled some pizza," Arthur said, idly, strolling into the common room.

He was bored. Nearly two weeks worth of no action, bored. Fear.

[notmyownage]

"Congratulations! Your olfactory senses are operational."

[bitch_prince]

"Thank you," Arthur said, blithely, "I wasn't aware of that." He glanced at the pizzas, trying to determine whether any of them were worth his time.

[notmyownage]

"You're welcome. I like to be helpful." And a smart ass. "I'm Claudia."

[rocksthescarf]

"That is a lot of pizza," Chuck noted when he came into the common room for a drink. "Is that for everybody?"

Look, he didn't cook for himself. He needed to scavenge for food.

[longislandiceme]

Bobby didn't cook for himself either, really. Not even microwave popcorn.

"Until it's gone, and then it's for nobody," Bobby nodded. "Help yourself."

[rocksthescarf]

"Thanks," Chuck said, grabbing a slice. "Completely forgot about the whole food thing this morning."

But he didn't forget about the alcohol thing. Priorities.

[longislandiceme]

"No problem, man," Bobby said, saluting Chuck with a slice of pepperoni. "I don't cook, so this is my way of contributing to that whole wander-into-a-common-room-and-someone-will-feed-you thing I've noticed we've got going on here."