<strong>Katy, joining the others for dinner.</strong><br/><br/>Katy looked through the already-filled closet, wondering how the others would dress for dinner.  It had been nice to find that her items, pre-shipped, had already been set up in her room.  The university really had thought of every detail, it seemed.<br/><br/>If she threw on jeans and everyone else dressed more formally, it could be awkward.  But then, she didn't want to be too formal, either.  She thumbed through a rack with dresses and another with yoga pants and tank tops to work out in, amazed at the quantity of clothing that had been provided.  It really seemed like no expense had been spared.<br/><br/>In the end, she decided that she was just going to be herself.  She potentially had two years with Mike, Beth, and Sean; they were either going to like her as she was or they weren't, but putting on a pretty dress wasn't going to be the determining factor.  So jeans and a shirt it was.  Her hair got pulled back in a pony tail, and she put on a touch of lip gloss and made her way downstairs, her feet bare.<br/><br/>Downstairs, she found that while she was showering, Mike had been quite busy getting dinner prepared.  "Oh, my goodness," she said, seeing the spread on the counter, "Mike, you went all out."  He wore no shirt, and she couldn't help the smile that played on her lips.  Clearly, she wasn't the only one who had decided she would just be herself.  "You're a man after my own heart," she told him.  "I don't eat red meat.  Fish is as far into meat-eating as I go.  I grew up in Montana... they love their beef there, but my parents love animals and I grew up vegan.  I didn't stick with it though, as an adult.  But red meat, I still can't do.  This fish looks delicious."<br/><br/>She realized she was doing her thing, the incessant chatter when she was nervous or in an unfamiliar situation, and she stopped talking to give Mike a chance, if he even had anything to say.  The impression she had of him from his questionnaire was that he was a man of few words, quite the opposite of her.  And the evening before and the helicopter ride had all been a little stiff.  She didn't have a good feel of who any of her housemates were, not yet.<br/><br/>Mike handled dinner on his own, getting everything on the roof and then inviting them all upstairs.  She thought it was wonderful of him to take the reins, and she vowed to herself that she'd take her turn in the kitchen, too, even though it wasn't a particular liking of hers.  She felt rather pampered, and she enjoyed it; it was a gift she wanted to give to her housemates, too, when it was her turn.<br/><br/>She went upstairs, noticing how perfect it was.  The roof was the most incredible thing she had ever seen, the view breathtaking.  "Oh, my," she said, gasping softly.  "It's beautiful here."