This one might have some discussion of 60's decoration (I saw "the look" of the 60's in some magazine) so it's actually like, in Milla's dorm, all the rooms are themed differently.

Yeah.

Chapter 4: Chocolate

Floating back to his dorm building (he no longer felt the urge to beat up on Joey and Mike) he thought about the complicated events of the night. Milla Vodello was a hippie psychic who hated fire, meditated, and was possibly vegetarian. She was Brazilian and liked to be up on stage yelling. She also enjoyed dancing, but not waltz or classical dances, and she levitated better that his old teacher. He shoved that information into a small cube, which he put inside of his large cube.

He floated to his window to find out where it was in case he needed it sometime and found that it was half-covered by ivy (not that he cared). He looked into Milla's window. Bright cloth stretched over huge canvases. Spherical chairs. Those little mushroom lamps that looked, to him, less like mushrooms than like mushroom clouds. She even had the Japanese-looking paper spheres. Her bedspread, of course, was fake fur, as were her rugs. He assumed that she shopped at thrift stores, or perhaps brought these things at thrift stores.

"?" At the foreign thought, he started to turn around. Then…

"Hello, darling." She almost startled him out of the air.

"Umm… I'm sorry. I was just interested…"

"Oh, yeah. I brought this stuff from home. Do you, uh, want to come in, darling? I'll make us some chocolate."

At this point, of course, Sasha was completely weirded out. 'Make chocolate?' Maybe she meant hot chocolate. And she hadn't even asked him anything, really, just assumed that he wanted to come in and talk. It was completely new to him.

Then she came back. "Oh, sorry! I need to clean up some!

She shoved stuff into her closet, threw the bedspread over her bed, and opened her window. "Okay, darling. Thank you for waiting." She then bounded through a door to what he assumed was the main room of her dormitory. He followed her, thinking he might go colorblind if he looked at this bright room any longer.

Fortunately, as he had seen earlier, the main room was full of earth tones and the brightest green in the room was an olive green. It felt good on his eyes.

From the stove, he could smell cocoa and… Cinnamon? Ginger? What was that? Certainly not…

"Okay, darling, it's ready!" Milla poured five mugs of hot chocolate and was handing him his right when her dorm-buddies entered.

"Oh! You're… Milla!" The one called Alicia said as she burst out laughing. Her face was shiny, as though she'd done a lot of heavy dancing from the time when Milla had gotten back to the time Sasha had come to the dorm room.

Sasha glared at her.

When she was done laughing, she said, "So… Milla… hehe… How do you know Sasha?"

"Well…"

"I think the better question," Sasha said, interrupting his future girlfriend, "Is how do you know me?"

"Joey and Mikey pointed you out to us at the party as 'the guy with the greenish skin.' Girls travel in groups, if you hadn't noticed by now."

"Oh."

"They also said you don't talk much."

"Yes, Alicia," Milla said, making it no longer necessary for Sasha to talk, "But he's certainly a wonderful listener."

Sasha took a sip from his mug.

His mouth burned.

His eyes watered, and he realized that the unidentified ingredient was, in fact, chili pepper.

"Well, darling? Do you like it?"

"Umm… it's very spicy." Mouth… Burning…

"Yes, I know, darling. It's a family recipe from four or five hundred years ago. I modified it a bit, of course."

He remembered what he had learned of South American history. Long ago, chocolate had been a drink prized by those rich enough to drink their money. It included chili peppers.

"Of course, darling. For that extra little bit of zing, tough, I like to use a little bit of habanera."

"Yeah, isn't it good?" Alicia said, giving him a look that Milla didn't catch that told him what to say.

"Uh, yeah. Really good. Milla, would you like to come to my dorm room for coffee sometime when Mike and Joey aren't around?"

"Oh! Thank you, Sasha!"

I don't have anything better, so the chapter ends there. I know Sasha's kind of radical, for him, but you have to remember that this is the Psychonaut equivalent of college.

PLEASE tell me what I'm doing wrong! I thrive on criticism! As I said before, it has to be detailed, but that's what I really want.