She has come, complete with cocoa, kettle, mugs, sleeping gear, morning gear, and various other things and stuffs.

She has a backpack, you see.

For now, she's in jeans and a brown top, under her cream coat, because she isn't feeling very fancy today.

Part of that was because Beth took over the bathroom that morning and snarled at her through the door when she tried knocking.

Knock, knock.

Hopefully she isn't being an idiot again, somehow.

"Come in."

Taryn is in tank top and stretchy pants, because that's what she wears when she's lounging around and doesn't have to go anywhere anymore. Her hair's in a ponytail--finally long enough to do that again--and she was playing at working on a paper.

Only she isn't, now. It's not due for three days, anyway.

Yay slumber party.

"Hey."

She comes in, shutting the door gently behind her.

"Thanks again." As ever, her tone is soft, hesitant, tentative.

Because oy. Roommate is werewolf. Ee.

"Hey, no worries."

Taryn turns around in her chair and loops a leg around the back.

"What's in the backpack? Homework?"

"Just some stuff so I don't have to stop by my room tomorrow morning, plus cocoa mix and stuff. Cocoa's an abiding sin of mine."

It's the chocolate. Or the sugar. Or the heat. Or the so-very-holy combination of them all.

Sam stands there awkwardly. Because she doesn't really know where to put the backpack, or, well, anything.

She could sit down on... something. She supposed.

Not sure what.

"Planning to share?"

Yay, cocoa!

"Anyway, throw it down anywhere, unless there's fragile stuff in it, then put it down gently anywhere."

She waves a hand.

"Make yourself at home. My roommate's out somewhere I don't know where and don't actually care."

They don't get along.

Sam grins briefly and slings the bag into a corner. "Yeah, of course. Do you have an outlet around here somewhere? I brought my highly illegal tea kettle."

Fire hazard. Oh noes!

Taryn mock-gasps.

"You're trying to get me in trouble, aren't you." Grin.

"Here, let me. We're crazy, so the outlet is in the most unreachable place ever."

Behind the bookshelf, you see.

"Oh, sure."

Sam rummages through her bag, which takes far longer than it really should because she can never find anything.

She does, however, finally unearth a very nice teakettle. Fancy-like.

She offers it to Taryn.

"Awesome."

And here Taryn goes through some interesting gymnastic maneuvers to get the kettle plugged in, as she was indeed correct in saying that it was the most unreachable place ever.

Maybe on a ten-foot ceiling would be worse... but I doubt it. That would only require a ladder.

There could be spike traps?

Sam sits down somewhere. This somewhere probably is relatively comfortable and someplace she can perch, rather like a bird, one knee pulled up and hugged to her.

You know, of course. You've seen.

Probably the edge of a bed, at that.

Or maybe an oubliette between the outlet and you and spike traps?

Having managed to plug the teakettle in, Taryn is now faced with the interesting problem of filling it up with water without unplugging it.

She gets a cup and starts to fill it that way.

"So, other than your roommate being a werewolf, how've you been?"

They probably should have filled it with water before plugging it in, shouldn't they have.

Such is hindsight.

Sam gets up again, and proceeds to get out mugs and aportion cocoa mix and things.

Tasty, tasty cocoa mix. There's a bit leftover. She eats it dry.

...innocently.

There's enough for ten thousand more cups, though. She has a very large cocoa mix tin.

Yes, these things exist. They are rapturous.

"Mm... fine, I guess. Had a fight with my sister and met a friend of yours, Darcy? He said he might stop by tonight for a bit."

That had been a fun night.

"Darcy? Yeah, that's the guy who turns into a wolf. I did mention that he's not a werewolf, though, didn't I?"

Pause.

"He's coming over?"

... interesting. Possibly awkward, as she doubts he knows she broke up with Keye...

Did he know she was dating Keye in the first place?

Blink.

"He didn't mention that."

He was fun to dance with.

"But, yeah, he said he might drop by, I think."

"Course he didn't. Nobody goes around saying that they know about magic or are magic or something. Unless you have a good reason to think that the other person knows and stuff."

Shrug.

"Anyway, he's a sweetheart."

Really adorable.

Oh, crap.

No, Taryn, you're not allowed to like someone else, or even think about going out with someone else, until at least a few months have gone by.

"Yeah, and a good dancer." Sam grins. Sam just turned on gossip mode, I think. "You going with anyone...?"

Nosey? Maybe. But harmlessly, unlike some gossips we could mention. Cough. Jetta. Cough.

Cough cough.

Really, I've been ill. I have a cough.

Truly.

"Um, no."

Shrug.

"I kind of just broke up with somebody."

Which is why it shall be Very Awkward when Darcy gets here.

"Oh, ow. Not Darcy, I hope?"

That would be Hellishly Awkward.

"Oh no. His name's Keye. Also a sweetheart."

But very wearing on the nerves. And emotions. And sanity.

"So... what happened?"

If you don't mind her asking. She'll be fine with being put off without an answer, she just feels the need to ask.

She's a curious kitten.

Shrug.

"It wasn't working out."

And she's going to leave it at that, thanks. It's a bit too soon to talk about it with someone she doesn't know very well.

... yet she invites the to her room. Odd lass, Taryn.

Sam nods.

And sits down again, and comments on some item of decor.

In other words, small talk. Getting to know the other person. That kind of stuff.

I don't think magic will be brought up at all. Normal stuff, where you're originally from, what classes you're taking, what you think of the weather... all that.

Darcy is dressed as usual in not old, but not quite new jeans, sweatshirt, and sneakers as he pads down the hall to Taryn's room.His hair is slightly mussed, his eyes are slightly sleepy - he'd been napping on a textbook (he naps a lot) before he'd woken up and thought, Hey, I have somewhere better to be, don't I?

Knock, knock, girls.

"Allo? Anyone 'ome?"

"Guess he is dropping by," Taryn murmurs in an aside to Sam before answering Darcy.

"Come in."

By this point, she's lying sideways on the bed, legs sticking out one way and head the other, looking at Sam sideways and upside down.

Silly girl.

"Yeah, guess so...."

Sam's sitting against the wall, chin on her knees, looking pensive.

She watches the door.

"Hi there," Darcy says cheerfully, letting himself in and closing the door behind him. "Am I in time to crash the party, or have I missed it?"

He grins.

Darcy has a very infectious sort of grin - someone should invent a vaccination against it.

"You wouldn't crash a party, would you? That would be mean."

Taryn's teasing him. And still upside down. Isn't she funny?

"Depends on whether you want cocoa or not, really," comments Sam with a lazy grin.

Sam's relaxed - visibly. And it isn't until she relaxes that you realize how tense she always is.

The girl runs on nervous tension. She certainly doesn't run on food.

Darcy crosses the floor to loom over upside-down Taryn.

"I might," he kids, then turns to Sam. "What's this about cocoa?"

Taryn surveys him upside-down, as she's still hanging half on and half off her bed, and glances at Sam.

"I don't think we should give him any, do you?"

"Oh, I don't know...." Sam flashes a grin at the both of them. "Can he do tricks?"

To earn his cocoa, you see.

She's kidding. For the record. (It has to be said, given that she hangs around Jetta.)

"Sure I can do tricks," Darcy chuckles, teasing back. He's ever the eager-to-please little pup. "...Backflips, jumping through hoops, balancing a beach ball on my nose - what will it take?"

"Do the one where you turn into a puppy," suggests Taryn.

"Then you can sit up and beg."

Sam, idly, asks, "Do you have a beachball?"

That'd be funny.

"I did not bring my beachball or puppy suit, I didn't know they would be needed," Darcy says, pretend-sadly. He sinks to the floor, settling onto crossed legs with ease. And then he puts on his best best puppy-look, pouting up at the girls and even managing a realistic pleading whimper.

"..Well?"

Taryn pouts at him.

"You didn't bring it? I thought you took it 'most everywhere."

Sigh. Oh well. She'd probably get in trouble for having a dog in the dorm anyway.

"Should we give him some, you think?"

"Oh... I suppose."

They have the hot water anyway.

Sam gets out The Mystical Third Mug, and Prepares Cocoa.

It's an ancient art, you know.

"Woohoo, cocoa!" Darcy cheers, then, chuckling, adds, "Come on, did not that performance at least get me a pat on t' head?"

He's kidding, of course.
Darcy stretches out on the floor, automatically turning himself into a tripping hazard, as well as a human doorstop.

Taryn whacks him with a stuffed kitty.

"How's that?"

She is amused. Also, taunting boys leaves no room for awkwardness. Also, having boy in her dorm room after breaking up with Keye is awkward.