33 Apocalypse Ave., Thursday Morning

[not_in_the_book]

Waking up early, Ronan slipped out of bed -- being careful not to wake the other occupants -- slipped on some pyjama pants and a t-shirt, and opened and closed the door as quietly as possible as he left the room.

Coffee first, he thought, and then he might as well get started on breakfast.

[For the housemates! Or anyone else who wants to call/drop by/whatever.]

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[not_a_whiner]

"I'll remember that, too," Kaidan promised her, his mouth quirking up a little.

Then he turned around to go and pour another mug. "What are you studying anyway?"

[icecoldfrost]

"What I'm not studying might make a shorter list," she offered dryly. "I've actually finished a number of courses online this summer, but as it stands my majors are business, psychology, and human development, with a minor in biology. Genetics, to be exact, but they don't have a specialized track for that."

"Psych is almost completely done, and luckily overlaps with many of my optional credits for human development. And they actually let me fill my student-teaching credit here, with the class you came to."

Suckers.

[not_a_whiner]

"Did you put that on the form with the actual title of your class?" Kaidan asked. "...Either way, I'm impressed. But now I'm curious."

[icecoldfrost]

"Someone told them I was teaching a basic community college science course. I didn't argue," Emma replied airily.

"Now, what is it that has you curious?"

[not_a_whiner]

Well, the Fandom class, mostly. But the question opened up another avenue of his interest: "Why so many majors?"

[icecoldfrost]

"Because I want to take over the world, of course."

[not_a_whiner]

"You know," Kaidan said slowly, "I actually can't tell if you're kidding."