evilbeej | Other half of log for you, Kon!

All through Kon's thinking and dealing with the cookies and all through the conversation since Kon gave him dough, Bart's been leaning further and further back in his chair, keeping his balance with his feet on the table.

This stops being feasible.

Just as Bart's about to answer, his eyes go really wide and he lets out a half-shocked yelp of mild panic and starts, in slow motion, to fall. In a cartoon or a comic strip, this would be followed by a huge ruckus and a dustcloud where once there was a guy and a chair. Here in real life, there's instead a huge /short/ ruckus involving clattering and scraping and squeaking and an 'OW' and a thud, an indistinct blur, and a spoon suddenly on the ceiling. These are followed by a guy once more in a chair, rubbing his head; Bart's also looking at the ceiling and holding the bowl out in front of him. There are some new dents in the chair and some scrapemarks on the floor--

--the spoon falls into the bowl, leaving a little bit of dough on the ceiling. Bart looks at Kon. "Sorry, what?"

And yet, despite all of this, Kon just floats up to wipe the dough off the ceiling. "If you're interested in moving in with me in Metropolis, I need a roommate. And having one of my two best friends as a roommate sounds like a good plan to me. And, since it's Metropolis, falling over and denting the floor will just result in the B13 tech fixing things a little faster." He grins. "Figure between you and me we can give the supervillains of the Big Apricot a run for their money."

"I figure you're totally right!" grins Bart, standing up and setting the bowl down on the table. "Oh man. OH MAN. Kon this is TOTALLY gonna rock! I mean, holy /crap/, it-- I'll make up for getting you to do retarded things with me and getting in trouble by helping you with your homework! I'm helping Lisa with hers! I just--"

Here Bart pauses, looking uncertain. His hands absently go to pick up the bowl again, and he starts toward the sink to wash it, then pauses and gives Kon a direct look. "Just-- just promise me you won't try and get me to take classes, okay? I'm almost done with high school, and more classes is completely the last thing I want to deal with..."

Kon shrugs. "What you do is your business, Bart. I've been accepted to the CA program at U-Met. Kara and Mary are going to college there, too... but I'm not about to push you into it." He smiles wryly. "I mean, I know exactly where you're coming from. If you'd told me a year ago that I'd be -excited- about going to college, I'd have thought you were crazy." He peeks at his cookies, then leans back against the fridge. "You do what you want to do -- you've got time to take more classes later, if you decide you want to."

Bony speedster-shoulders visibly de-tense; Bart cleans his own bowl and puts it away, all while he's saying "Thanks, man." It's followed by his leaning against the wall, folding and unfolding and refolding a piece of paper he acquired somewhere along the way from the sink to the side of the room, not watching his hands. "I don't know /how/ you can deal with sitting still that long. I don't know how I've been able to deal with four years of it. If I want to /learn/ stuff I just *read*--"

He stops short.

"Someone mentioned something, actually. That I might be able to deal with. It-- Okay. It's not the *education* I can't stand. It's the classes themselves. Someone was telling me about online courses, where you can just email your homework and stuff..." Another pause, a lopsided grin. "I'll bug Thad about it. If I can /find/ him, the dorky headgear...um, dork."

Kon nods. "I've heard about that. Seen ads on TV and stuff. I think the University of Phoenix has a big program or something. They teach lots of stuff online these days." He shrugs. "Just do a web search, dude -- Thad's got nothin' on Google." Unless you want specific information, that is. "Anyway, I'm taking Culinary Arts -- there's not a lot of sitting still for that. Except for the theory classes. And the required courses in other departments."

"There's theory classes in Culinary Arts?!" This is Bart actually stopping fiddling with the piece of paper, staring at Kon in complete horror. With a horrified voice, and everything. "What the heck do they-- I mean, how do you-- I mean, wait! No! THEORY in MAKING YUMMY FOOD? Man oh MAN schools really DO destroy everything they try and teach!!"

Kon laughs aloud at this. "Dude. It's just teaching how to be a creative chef. It's not the end-all and be-all of cooking." He grins, kicking one foot across the other. "Like, you learn how to blend flavors for the best ultimate flavor. Stuff like that. There's chemistry in there, too, but I haven't quite figured out how that applies."

"Well-- well-- I can definitely help you with your homework by taste-testing everything..." says Bart finally, forcing down the OMGWTF!!! and letting the next idea take his face over; crooked quirky grin, and he's looking at the paper in his hands. It's been folded and unfolded so many times by this point that it's as soft as fleece sheets. "I'll even finish stuff that tastes *awful* if I haven't eaten all day!"

Kon smirks. "Thanks," he says wryly. "The idea is to make stuff -not- taste awful, but I'll keep that in mind when we have to make hamburger brussel sprout stew." Again he checks on the cookies. He can get impatient too. When things are baking. Particularly when he really wants a cookie.

"Well anytime you involve chemistry..." grins Bart, reaching over and putting a soft and slightly fuzzy paper crane on the table in front of where Kon was sitting. "I gotta go meet Preston for-- oh that reminds me! He suckered me into doing a film of A Day in the Life of Impulse, and wanted to know who I hung out with that wouldn't mind showing up on film in a kind of reality-tv way. Yes? No?"

Kon blinks. "I've never been camera shy," he says. "When and where? I can come talk you up on camera." He grins. "Reminds me, I've gotta see if I can find Superboy the Animated Series on DVD... somebody told me it'd come out and I missed it."

"Oh my god! All this time, /you/ were the cartoon, not me!"

Bart's gone before he can even know whether or not Kon /was/ gonna fling something at him for that, and he goes laughing all the way.