Third floor common room, Friday after classes

[notmyownage]

"HELLO!" Claudia greeted her non-existent internet audience. "Today on my drunk kitchen, we're going to make . . . meatballs." She nodded seriously, pouring herself a finger of apple cider.

It was nonalcoholic cider, but she wasn't about to let that stop her"The firsht thing you need to know about makin' meatballs is that they're made of meat

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[exactlyaverage]

"Hey Claudia," Jack called out cheerfully as he walked into the room and grabbed the remote. "What's the good word for today?"

[notmyownage]

"The word of the day!" Claudia said, lifting her glass in greeting. "The word of the --" she turned back to her nonexistent web audience. "Do we have words of the day? I don't think we do."

This bit was so going on her little outtake opening thing.

"Jack!" she said, a bit belatedly. "We're makin' meatballs!"

[exactlyaverage]

Jack paused a minute to look back at Claudia with a baffled expression. "We're making meatballs? As in you and me or are you just referring to yourself in the third person for giggles?"

[notmyownage]

"It's a collective we," Claudia completely failed to explain. "Me an' my audience." She gestured to the imaginary internet audience. "You can help though!" She turned back to the imaginary audience. "This is Jack! He's going to get us our first ingredient, which is meat."

In her mind's eye, this was the point where the video would briefly pause and white text would appear above her head reading "1. Meat."

[showmetheproof]

Scully was, for once, peeking out of her room, and determined to meet a few new people.

Friends worked too, though. "Claudia. What are you making?"

[notmyownage]

"Meatballs!" Claudia answered, striking a muscle-woman pose with her spatula at her imaginary audience. "Oh look!" She told said audience. "It's our buddy, Scully!"

In Claudia's mind, this was accompanied on the video by a little caption sayingDana Scully
Doctor, scientist, professional redhead.
Secretly old.
"Say hi, Scully!"

[showmetheproof]

"...hi?" Scully gave Claudia a questioning look, then looked in the direction she'd been talking toward. Nobody there. The caption, if there'd been one, might have added, Frequently weirded out.

[notmyownage]

Please, the imaginary internet audience could figure that part out for themselves.

Claudia stopped waving at the camera and took another drink of her cider.

"Another important step in making meatballs," she told the audience, "is not to get sidetracked laughing at how often you're saying 'balls'."