Third Floor Common Room, Monday Afternoon

[catchmeifyoucan]

A full month into his stay here at Fandom (yes, he was counting), Frank was officially certain of one thing: he had now explored the entire island, from Serendipity Place to Galactica Point, and could officially navigate his way around the place without the use of a map. He could even, if someone were to ask, provide directions from one place to

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[twintuitionist]

Juliet followed her nose from her room to the Common Room. She wasn't usually big on the free food thing, but when it smelled this good...

"Hi," she said cheerily to the new(ish) guy then glanced to the TV. "Is that a divorce show, or a small claims show?"

[catchmeifyoucan]

Frank turned, narrowly managing to rescue his take-out carton of chicken fried rice before it could spill everywhere. See how smooth he was? See it?

"I think it's a mix of both," he said, once he was satisfied that the carton was no longer perched so precariously as to be an issue. "So far I haven't noticed any actual divorces happening, but there's definitely a lot of people complaining about their spouses."

...

"Hi, by the way." Atta boy, Frank.

[twintuitionist]

"Depressing," Juliet ruled, with a scrunched nose, and went over to gaze at the collection of take-out containers in hopes of an invitation. "Or is it scandalous enough to be interesting?"

She shot him a sidelong look over one shoulder as she added, "I didn't mean to make you spill, by the way. I'm Juliet."

[catchmeifyoucan]

"Kind of," he admitted. "If you like watching people fight over weird stuff. One woman was complaining that her husband bought her the wrong shoes for their anniversary."

And now Frank was very, very glad that his parents were happily married, because really now. Some people.

"Oh, you can have some, if you want," he added with a nod toward the take-out cartons. "I'm Frank."