Fifth Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

[godgavemecable]

Toby had just gone to get a little dinner for himself, but apparently the Chinese food place was in the middle of a 5-for-1 special. Which, well. He wasn't gonna turn down free food, but now he had entirely too much. Hence, common room, in hopes that he might be able to foist off some of this food instead of letting it go to waste

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[batwaffles]

"Hey, Toby," Stephanie said as she poked her head in. Having a free-food sense wasn't a metahuman ability (at least not for her), just something you tended to cultivate when food was hard to afford at times. "Anything interesting on?"

[batwaffles]

Stephanie tapped a finger against her lips and pretended to consider this before nodding and reaching a hand out to him. "I can agree to those terms, definitely."

[godgavemecable]

"Deal," Toby nodded solemnly, reaching out to take her hand and shake on it.

[batwaffles]

Stephanie grinned at him. "There we go. Problem solved. Now I can go on to asking if there was any special occasion for all this food."

[dollpocalypse]

Topher spotted Steph. Made eye contact with her. He opened his mouth a few times as if to speak, couldn't come up with anything to say, and tried to subtly edge away.

[batwaffles]

"Oh, look, if it isn't not-Dave," Stephanie said offhandedly after about two seconds of pretending she hadn't noticed him right away. "How are you doing tonight?"

Wow, way to lay on the aggressively cheerful there, Brown.

[dollpocalypse]

"Um. Good! Yeah. Pretty solid. Um. Yeah!"

See the awkward, Steph? See it?

"Ummmmmm. How about you?"

[batwaffles]

Stephanie was so not above flashing him a too-wide grin. Okay, it probably would have been better without a bit of chow mein stuck to the corner of her mouth.

"Just peachy, thanks. I don't know about you, but I haven't been up to anything interesting tonight."

[dollpocalypse]

Topher blinked at her. "I don't get it."

Then a horrible thought set in. DEAR GOD, HAD SHE READ HIS FANFICTION?

[batwaffles]

Luckily for you, Topher, Stephanie didn't spend a lot of time trawling the internet for fanfic, and when she did it was Superboy stuff. SHUT UP.

But not realizing what he was thinking about didn't mean she couldn't accidentally encourage paranoia or anything!

"He says, oh so innocently . . ."

[dollpocalypse]

Topher drew entirely the wrong conclusion.

"Goddamnit, Karla," he muttered.

Alright. To business, then. "Okay, what'll it take to get you not to mention it to him?"

[batwaffles]

. . . oops. Oh, well. She could play along!

"A pony, and a month's supply of chocolate, and . . ."

God help you for running into Steph's flippant sarcasm streak, Topher.

Tim would be frowning so hard at her right now.

[dollpocalypse]

"How about a robot baby and a handheld laser?" he tried hopefully.

[batwaffles]

"Oh, no, I am not doing your babysitting for--"

Hang on a second.

"Handheld laser?"

NOW LOOK WHAT YOU DID, TOPHER.

[dollpocalypse]

"Yep," Topher said quickly. "A really powerful one. I can rig one up in, like, an hour."

[batwaffles]

"Like, melting-washing-machines powerful?" Not that she had a grudge against them this week. Really. "Or oh-god-oh-god-where-did-that-skyscraper-go powerful?"

You know. Just curious.