By then, Troy had definitely recovered from his s'mores-gasbord on Friday, but picking around the common room on his floor didn't seem to yeild any good results for a snack. Before he caved into ordering a pizza or something, though, he decided to scope out downstairs, as well. They actualy did manage to have much better food hanging around down there now that there weren't constantly breakfast leftovers on the third floor.

So he quirked his chin up in greeting to the guy already in there on his way over to the fridge, but then stopped when he realized the guy was currently making something.

"....is that soup?" he ventured a guess.

Way to really sell that soup, there, Kiem.

Troy also looked from the pot to Kiem and then back again.

"Yeaaaaah," he said slowly, already starting to pull his phone out of his pocket, "I was actually kind of thinking of ordering some pizza?"

Which was probably a step up from something someone thought was soup...

Troy shook his head as he pulled up the number on his phone. "They always send way more than you order anyway," he pointed out. "Not a complaint! Like, at all, just saying, there'll probably be plenty even if you didn't. What do you like on it?"

Well, that was...a lot.

"Go big or go home, I guess," Troy commented with lifted eyebrows, and a shake of his head that seemed almost a little impressed as he finally dialed up the pizza place and put in an order for a pizza with all of...that, and then a meat lovers', which meant that Troy really had no room to judge, it was just his took less time to actually order.

"And, uhhh, I don't know," he added, giving Kiem a sort of shrug, "one wiht just veggies? There's probably people who'd want that around here. Yeah. Uh-huh. Sure. Okay. Yeah, that's right, Troy. Troy Barnes. B-A-R-N--yes, I'm going to pay for it, why would I--? Whatever, fine, just text me when it's at the dorms."

With that, he ended the call with an irritated press of his thumb and complained, "I swear, you dine and dash at one sushi restaurant around here once, and nobody ever forgets it."

"They definitely let at least all the restaurants know!" Troy scoffed pointedly. "Word of advice. If it says market price on the menu, it is way more expensive than you can afford! And I paid them back. Eventually!"

There was a small pause.

"Still totally worth it," he concluded.

"What did you even put in that soup, man?" Troy asked, very much in the tone of someone who wasn't sure if he really actually wanted to know.

"I mean," Troy allowed, "good for trying, I guess, but maybe some things are just better left as they are? But, hey, I'm sure someone will try it."

Not him.

....probably.

...damn, now he was kind of curious?

It was like the s'mores-gasboard taught him nothing!

Any talk about potentially terrible soup that required warning signs went right out the window (where the soup itself probably should have gone, too, let's be honest) with that question, and Troy's face instantly lit up with a certain pride and excitement of what he was pretty sure the first time someone had actually recognize him from radio.

"That's right!" he said, shoulders squared, chin lifted, and a grin that he couldn't control even if he tried. "Every Friday morning! I'm the Troy in," and, of course, the next part had to be sung jauntily, "🎵 ~Troy and Astrid in the moooorn-ning!~ 🎵!

"Are you a fan?"

"I...don't remember, actually," Troy admitted, his head tilting as he tried to think back to it, then shrugged his shoulders. "Probably? I used to do it with Summer? She's that cool teacher? With the ponytail? But she got super wasted at parties, like, all the time, so Astrid would cover for her, but we realized Astrid and me, we had such good chemistry that it just became our thing, you know?"

"I...don't think I caught that one," Troy admitted, although, honestly, there was a good chance he had heard about it and just sort of forgot, even though he'd like to think he'd remember something like face-hugging aliens....

"Which scary mean teacher?" he then asked, trying to think of which one would fit that description, but he barely paid attention in half his classes, much less to the teachers teaching them. That poetry teacher he had was pretty bad, but that was robably because, you know...poetry.