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Room 324, Tuesday After Classes

So. Kate’s morning shower had been a bust. It had left her covered in egg nog, which she’d mostly been able to scrub off her hair and her skin, although the smell still remained. She’d had to rush to class before she could do anything more about it, like attempt to find water.

When she got back from her classes, she remembered she actually had a bottle of water in her room. After considerably more searching than she had expected – seriously, had there been a tiny tornado in the room, switching up the places of everything? – she found the bottle. The contents still looked like water. She might have to make do with that. It wasn't going to turn into egg nog, too, was it?

Examining the bottle, Kate shook her head and sighed. "Oh, Fandom."

She wasn't thrilled, but at least she sounded a little more amused than she had the last time the island acted up.

[ooc: Open door, open post, I gave a presentation today, I’m allowed to have fun.]

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"Man, it smells like Christmas exploded in here," Hannibal said, stopping in Kate's doorway. "Getting into the holiday spirit early?"

Of course, it didn't really smell like Christmas but it did smell like egg nog. He'd managed to avoid a shower but washing his face with egg nog hadn't been fun.

"More like being forced out of holiday spirit," Kate snorted. "I don't think I ever want to have egg nog again after today. Hi, Hannibal."

"I washed my face with egg nog this morning," he shared, rubbing his cheek in memory. "Not the best start to my day. I smell like my uncle Chet except without the booze."

"I had a shower. Worst idea of the day." She made a face, but then just shrugged. "But it's not killer vegetables. I can deal."

"I stayed inside when that was going down," he said smartly. "Really didn't need to explain that I'd gotten a concussion from some giant celery."

"I had to go out, I had classes that day," Kate said. "And then a breakdown. It wasn't the best day for me." She paused. "But anyway. How's your dance number coming along?"

He narrowed his eyes at her. "Were you just waiting to bring that up? Couldn't lead with it but couldn't wait?"

Really, she'd just changed the subject like she usually did when the previous one got too personal.

"Just making sure you haven't forgotten," she replied, going for an innocent tone.

"I haven't forgotten," he said, making a face. "I just haven't gotten it together. I don't listen to that sort of music so it's not like I really know what I'm doing."

"It's okay, I have time to wait," she smirked. "As long as it eventually happens, I'm good."

"You're a pain," he said and made a face. "I'm even getting some help, if you can believe it. So I'll only look like a gigantic fool and not an enormous one."

"Oh shut up, I'm awesome and you love me for it," she declared, snickering. "So, who's helping?"

"Who do you think?" Hannibal asked, making another face. "Not many people I'd let help me with this sort of thing."

"Oh right, of course," Kate nodded. "Her name's derived from 'angel' for a reason, after all. Very decent of her to help."

"She likes dancing," Hannibal said, trying to keep the perma scowl off his face at this topic. "And she loves me so she said she'd help. And maybe I can hope she won't laugh too much."

"Yeah, everyone else will take care of that."

Some day, Kate would stop being this gleeful about this whole thing. But not yet.

"I am going to throw something at you," Hannibal threatened. "And not feel bad about it."

And that only made her laugh more. "I'm good at dodging. Also, I can make you feel bad about it."

"Why can you make me feel bad about it?" he wondered. "Just because you won? I don't think that was part of the deal."

"I can pout at you. And I will, if you throw stuff at me."

"I'd ignore it," he decided, already looking for something lightweight to throw at her just for kicks.

"As if you can ignore my pouting. I wouldn't dare if I was you."

There were a couple of small Japanese stuffed animals on her desk, though.

"I've been honing my skills." He'd just close his eyes, of course. Once he'd spotted those stuffed animals on her desk, he walked briskly over there, snagged one and chucked it at her.

"Hannibal!" And this was Kate getting hit in the face with a stuffed toy.

"What are you, five?" Okay, this was kinda amusing, too.

"Sometimes," he admitted, shrugging. Since he was closer to her desk and all, he was just going to pick up another toy and toss it at her. Two for two!

Now, that one she managed to block. Kind of.

"You're so lucky I actually need this water bottle," she said, waving said bottle at him, "I'd chuck it at your 5-year-old head if I didn't."

"And I'd dodge it," he said, smiling smugly now. "Besides, you throw something like that at me, I'm going to find a faucet and come back to dump egg nog on your head."

"I could always lock the door before you got back."

...No, she wasn't going to point out that her and Bobby's room actually had a bathroom attached.

"You think I can't pick a lock?" he asked, picking up one last stuffed animal and whipping it in her direction. "Come on. That's like the first thing I learned when I turned ten."

She caught the toy and lazily threw it back at him. "But that'd still give me time to come up with something. Like... climbing out the window and escaping."

From the third floor.

"Something better than that."

"No, no, I so wanna see you climb out of your third story dorm room," Hannibal said, catching the stuffed animal and dropping it back down on her desk. "Come on, let's see that."

"How about no? I think that would be more your thing than mine."

"Hey, you were the one that brought it up," Hannibal pointed out, grinning. "Avoidance of doing it just means you know you can't."

Kate raised one eyebrow. "And your point is...? I seriously have absolutely no problem with saying I couldn't do it."

"Nothing, I was just hoping I could challenge you into trying to do it," he laughed. "It would have been funny."

"It's not that easy to challenge me into stuff like that," she said. "I actually have some sense in my head."

"Too bad," he said, reaching down and trying to surprise her by tossing the stuffed animal back in her direction. "We could tie sheets together and tie it to your doorknob or something."

Kate flinched, sufficiently surprised by the stuffed animal. Which she was just going to hold on to now, thanks.

"No, but feel free to try that from your room. It's higher up and everything."

"If I ripped the bedding off the mattress, I'd get yelled at for more than just endangering myself," he said. "I'll take a pass on that one."

"Smart," Kate nodded, smirking a little.

"Well, I should get to trying to wash my hair. The play has a dress rehearsal today and I'd really rather not have egg nog all over me for that."

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