I think I solved, or at least partially fixed, my roommate problem.
I don't know why I didn't think of this earlier...
PASTRIES!
I baked the other day... I bake much better than I speak German... anyway.... blueberries and and cream cheese in flaky pasty shell with pretty edges. I gave said pastry treat to each of my roommates (the two that were home anyway... the two that generally ignore me or yell at me) and today... one of them spoke to me... NICELY!
Now I feel bad about spitting in her pastry.
Just kidding... I don't feel bad.
(What I mean to say is that I didn't spit in her pastry....)
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