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5th floor Common room, Monday after classes

River was happy and making popcorn went well with being happy. So popcorn were flying through the kitchen and River danced about, trying to catch as many as possible with her hands and mouth. Berthold was lying under his blanket, tentacles reaching out and trying to get to the ice cream carton without getting in the way of River. Her mood seemed to be contagious as the monster made cheerful squeals.

[Open! There's popcorn enough for everyone.]

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River's eyes glittered. "A popcorn pool."

"Yes! With butter fountains!" John pumped a fist in the air.

"Wait. Did you just have the same thought?"

River nodded. She didn't bother to explain why. "Popcorn are fun."

"We need more popcorn goodness more often," John nodded, relishing in buttery goodness. Popcorn pool!

It was always good to find a kindred spirit. "I try to make them regularly," River said.

"I shall try to attend regularly," John nodded firmly. All he'd need now is cheesy movies, and he'd be all set!

"I believe there are some movies over there." River pointed. "Can't vouch for theri cheesiness though."

"I'm sure there'll be cheesyness. It's like a law."

"Oh," River said. "Goes well with popcorn?"

"Yes. Bad movies, good popcorn, good company." John doesn't say making out is always a bonus, but he may be thinking it, which is probably not the best thing to do around someone who can pick up thoughts. 'specially if she's cute.

That thought just made River blush and giggle, which might have seemed a little odd in reply to his spoken words.

John's not sure why the cute gal is laughing, but as long as she's not laughing at him, but laughing near him, he's cool with it. He throws a piece of popcorn at her.

Extending a hand River caught the popcorn and absentmindedly put it in her mouth. "Ice cream?" she offered.

"That would be fantastic," John said, thinking about putting popcorn into the ice cream. Chocolate?

"Vanilla, I'm afraid," River replied.

Wait. What? "It's almost like you can read my mind. Vanilla's cool," he smirks. Which she can't, right? Ohmigawd what if she knows I think she's cute?!

River just smiled sweetly in reply. It might have meant anything from 'yes, I like vanilla too' to 'yes, I know you think I'm cute'.

John gave her a grin back, totally not thinking about how cute she was or reveling in it. Totally. Oh, great, John, now she's gonna run away because you're creepy.

River didn't find him creepy, and she quite liked to hear that she was cute. She cocked her head very conciously and and returned to catching popcorn.

John made sure to throw a few kernels her way ~~totally not flirting except he was~~ because he thought she was ~~smecksy~~ intriguing. She's totally digging you, dude. Should totally ask her out. She's probably got a guy already, though.

River made an effort not to raise an eyebrow. Instead she caught the popcorn without even turning too look.

She just--she caught--I think I love her.
Down boy!
Did you see that?
Yes. And you should probably close your mouth unless you want people throwing things in it.

River kept her back to him, so he couldn't see the amused look on her face.

Great. See? You scared her off.
Totally did not! She's just, uh, resting her face?
By turning it away from you?
Yeah! Totally. Wait. That's not good.
No, it's not, jackass.
Well, crap. What'll we do?
Hope that she turns around again, and not blow it?
Good plan!
I know. That's why I do the thinking.

River had to work very hard not to burst out laughing.

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