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4th Floor Common Room, Friday Morning.

Still in her pajamas and with very unkempt hair (she's feeling a little bitter toward the showers right now; she desperately misses Mahora's open air hot spring baths...desperately), Sakurazaki is in the kitchette of the forth floor common room, attempting to make some sort of breakfast. She is succeeding only based on a technicallity. Eggs, toast, and white rice. Her stomach rumbles slightly, but it cannot be certain if this is a demand for a feed, or a cry for help.

[[OOC: Yay, commmon room!]]

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Jude's bedhead can rival anyone's at the moment as, with teenage-boy-like accuracy he honed in on the smell of food.

"Mornin', bra."

Even with her cooking frustrations and obviously just-rolled-outta-bed appearance, Sakurazaki smiles at the visitor. "Good morning, Jude!" she says, poking at the eggs a little with a spatula.

[[OOC: oh, and sorry about the late reply; I had work. It's cool if we just wanna pass this one up due to the ellapsed time :) ]]

"Whatcha makin'?" he asked, trying to peer over her shoulder and generally being everywhere he shouldn't, while trying to flatten down his hair with one hand.

With her free hand, she scratches at the back of her neck. "Well...Toast and rice...I'm making eggs, too, but I just remembered that I can't actually eat eggs. I don't suppose you want them? They look kind of scary." She frowns at what she's poking at.

[[OOC: Slow play is love. Computer is being usurped for a WoW raid. :) ]]

It was food. He was a teenage boy. His grin at this point would be all the answer she should need. "Thanks, bra. And I'm totally used to scary-looking food. My ex-girlfriend worked at the Vegan Hut and she made some weeeeeird stuff."

[[No worries, I totally understand. I'm technically hanging out with my friends at the moment . . .]]

Sakurazaki turns off the stove. They look done. Sort of. Probably overdone, overflipped, and her face curls into a expression of disgust as she moves the slightly gelatenous, slightly wiggling eggs from greasy pan to plate. "I don't know what I was even thinking...cooking those up." She hands to the plate to Jude, then moves over to where a slice of burnt toast is still cradled in the toaster. She scoops out the only thing she managed well, a nice bowl of rice from a rice cooker.

"They look great, bra!" Jude enthused even as he prodded at the exceedingly sketchy eggs with a fork. He took a giant bite and his grin became fixed. He chewed for a moment. And chewed. And chewed. And swallowed. And kept grinning, only now it looked slightly frozen and maybe a bit manic. "Awesome, Setsuna. Awesome."

Her right eye closes. She doesn't sit; instead, she leans against the counter of the kitchenette as she holds her plate with one hand and eats with the other. She points her fork at him. "You're a bad liar, Jude. There's no one crazy enough on this planet to have liked eggs made by me. Not even you."

She grins after a bite of rice. "But I have to admit, I'm very impressed with your efforts."

"Not lying, bra," Jude lied, quickly shovelling the rest into his mouth and eventually managing to get it down. Starr's culinary experiments had given him a lot of practice at it. "Yummy." His smile might have been a little weaker than it usually was.

Drink . . . need drink now . . .

"Good food is never eaten fast," she responds; she isn't sure if a Zen master had said that before, but Buddha probably did. Either way, she recited it as though she'd memorized it for years.

Sakurazaki studies his face for a moment, that strained grin, the water behind his eyes. She turns quickly to set down her bowl of rice and hide a smile, reaching for two glasses and heading for the sink.

"How did you sleep?" she asks idly over the rush of water, and then offers the cup.

Jude downed the entire glass in one gulp and his smile turned into something a bit more normal. "Good enough," he replied, still trying to flatten his hair down as he refilled his glass. "How about you?"

"I slept well, but not much," she says, returning to her bowl. "But that's nothing unusual."

"That's not good, bra," Jude said, his brow furrowing a bit. "You should get your eight hours in."

She shrugs her shoulders, still grinning slightly, an expression that suggest that she's still slightly tired and, thus, he is slightly correct. "I just can't sleep much. I couldn't get eight hours in if I tried, most days. Something tells me, though," the grin grows to show that she's being a bit out of her usual seriousness by joking, "that you sleep enough to cover the both of us."

Jude gave her a thumbs-up and a mellow smile. "I totally gotcha covered there." He shrugged. "I don't usually sleep so much but there isn't much else to do until workshops start. On Monday, which is weird."

She suddenly lets out a frustrated groan, head dropping back. "Oh, I know. I'm so bored. I can't wait...."

"wait...Why is it weird that they're starting on Monday?"

"Because it's -" Jude blinked and several things clicked into place, gears started whirring, there might have been reboot music doodle-lee-dooing in the back of his skull. He chuckled, a bit sheepish. "Nevermind, bra. My mistake. Guess it isn't weird here."

A significantly confused look remains on her face for a while, and then she thinks about it. Still hard to feel like she's not at Mahora sometimes. "Would you have done done it differently in Canada?"

"Yeah. Well, no. Not usually. But this time yes." He cut off the babble before it got too bad. "Monday is Victoria Day at home, so no school and nothing's open. So havin' class would have been weird if it was Victoria Day here. Which it's not 'cause, uh, no queen."

"Oh! A holiday!" She smiles. "That makes sense, then. Do you plan on still observing it, then? They probably make exceptions for things like that..."

She quite obviously misjudges the gravity of the holiday.

Jude shook his head with a smile. "Nah, bra, 'sokay. Just really an extra day off school. I don't mind 'cause of all this extra time off I've been sleeping through."

Maybe some firecrackers . . .

"I can't help but wonder what made them think it was a good idea to start us all off two weeks early. Did they really think we needed that much time to settle in and adjust? What do they really expect us to do in all that time except be idle and bored?"

Jude shrugged. "Dunno, bra, I can kinda understand. Give the old kids a bit of a break and time for stragglers to show." He grinned. "'Sides, gave us a chance to get to know people. We wouldn'ta hung out so much, probably."

"Yeah, that's a good point," she nodded, smiling slightly. She places a hand on her hip, though, in a mock gesture of annoyance. "It isn't very streamlined, though."

Her rice is finished, so she grabs his plate and drifts to the sink to clean their dishes.

Jude scrambled after her. "I can help ya with that," he offered quickly. "Don't want ya ta have ta clean up after me . . ."

Sakurazaki waves a dismissive hand at him as she runs the bowl under the water. "Oh, don't worry about it. It isn't as though they're very difficult dishes to clean. Besides, it's my mess, and you did my a favour by eating that egg."

"It was my pleasure, Setsuna," Jude muttered, his ears going a bit pink. "I don't mind. It was food and ya made it so it's all good."

"You're still going to try to convince me of that, eh?"

Now she's glad she's got her back turned to him while she cleans up, so he can't see the huge grin on her face.

"Not buyin' it, huh?" Jude slumped a bit. "Well, I tried."

His grin would have been almost as big.

"It was a valiant effort, Jude; you almost had me. But you'd have to wake up a lot earlier than this in the morning if you plan on fooling a Shinmei master such as myself."

"Earlier?" Jude made a face. "I'll settle for not fooling anyone if it involves getting up earlier." Yes, he's hamming it up.

"The man who settles," she pronounced, holding up a finger, "never achieves anything more what he has already accomplished."

Oh, and she isn't?

Jude contemplated this for a moment. "Yeah, that sounds about right," he grinned finally.

She chuckles, a hand drifting up toward her mouth. "I probably know enough Zen phrases to start my own fortune cookie company."

Jude chuckled in response. "Awesome, bra. You never have to give a straight answer to a question ever again."

"Precisely how I like it," she said, with more truth than she expected. "Straight answers can lead to trouble sometimes."

"Then I'm very happy for you," Jude grinned. "I just have to rely on my charming personality and devilishly good looks to get me out of trouble instead of avoiding it in the first place."

"In that case, you must manage to get out of trouble pretty easily," Sakurazaki says, and then realizes what she has said.

Her face is red in an instant. It takes everything in her not to just bury her face in her hands. "Um, well...I mean..."

She bites her lip, clenching her fist. She can see no way out of that one.

Jude's face went almost as red and he was speechless for a moment or two. Then . . . "Uh, thanks, Setsuna. Or something. Thanks, yes. And thanks for food. Eggs. Breakfast. Thanks for breakfast. Maybe I should, um, get going and . . . dressed. With clothes. So . . ." He began backing towards the door as his inner Jonesy began yelling at him to stop being such a wuss and ask her out.

Her eyes get a little wide and she nods, using her declarative finger again, swishing it around in the air. "Ah, yes. Yeah, that's a very good idea. And, uh, I should...it's getting late in the morning and I haven't even done showered yet, and I have to finish cleaning this up and...yeah..." She turns around and starts washing the rice bowl again, fighting the urge to just drop her head good and hard against the wall.

"Right." Jude bounced off the doorframe a bit painfully and then sidled sideways. "See ya, Setsuna," he managed to get out almost normally before fleeing.

Once she knew Jude was gone, Sakurazaki nearly broke the bowl in her hands in two with frustration.

She needed to go to the gym. Now.

[[And, alas, she did! I rock at tying together incongruities. ^_^ hehe]]

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