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Fourth Floor Common Room; Thursday, Noonish.

While ~~handwavily~~ spending the morning down in the salle for some training, Sakurazaki thought that she'd like to do something nice for everyone before she left. So she was going to try the whole make-a-bunch-of-food-for-everyone-who-comes-in thing. Unfortunately, her cullinary abilities were pretty abysmal, and she had a feeling that sushi might turn a few remembering stomach. So it was peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. But they were very nice peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, and sliced rather perfectly, some without crusts, even. And she'd also arranged a pretty impressive fruit platter. Because fruit was always good.

But the best part of it was the one thing she'd learn to make very well without assistance: brownies. Plenty of plates of brownies (also perfectly sliced) that she would give her honourable word as a samurai would not turn anyone into someone else, or a panda, or any other such bizarre occurance.

[[ ooh, my first free food offering! Open, of course! ]]

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Hungry after Monologuing but not in the mood to brave the cafeteria, Conner decided to prowl the dorms in search of anyone who might be doing that whole free-food thing today. He was quite pleased to discover that he only had to stray one floor past his own to luck out in that regard.

"Sakurazaki!" he said cheerfully. "That is one sweet-looking fruit arrangement there."

Sakurazaki chuckled a little, inspecting her work and privately agreeing that, yes, it was pretty aesthetic. "Thanks, Conner. Hopefully not too sweet-looking, because I want people to want to eat it, as oppossed to just looking at it." She motioned her hands to her meager offerings. "Help yourself!"

"Sweeeeeeeet. Thanks! Sandwiches too?" he asked hopefully, already eyeing the brownies as well as he tried his best to help himself without completely demolishing the arrangement. As he was a hungry teenage boy, unfortunately, his best in that regard wasn't what it could have been.

At least he had the grace to look halfway apologetic about that.

Sakurazaki grinned, snatching up a sandwich for herself. She didn't mind the eventual destruction of her arrangement; as a Buddhist, she understood that nothing was perminant. "Yup. I totally went all out here to feed the masses."

"And it really looks great." Conner took a hearty bite out of a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, promptly got his jaws stuck together, and went through several amusing facial contortions before he finally got unstuck and could speak again (after swallowing, of course). "You know, sometimes you just need a good peanut butter and jelly sandwich. They're classic. There's something comforting about that."

All those facial contortions remind Sakurazaki of the one hole in her perfect plot. "Oh!" Her hand slapped onto her forehead. "I should have brought some milk. How can you have peanut butter and jelly and not have milk?" Sakurazaki, meet your big, fat F in life.

"It's okay," Conner reassured her quickly, laughing. "I'm actually not a big fan of milk with my PB-and-J. Peanut butter's a challenge. I like that. Plus, a few grapes will wash it down just fine."

"That's true," Sakurazaki was a little doubtful, but there was hope in her voice. "And..and there's watermelon, too, right? And that works as well." This crisis may yet be averted after all.

"Watermelon definitely works." To prove it, Conner took several slices of watermelon and proceeded to wolf them down after his next bite of sandwich. "Healthy too, see?"

[OOC: Must go to lunch -- AFK for 30, sorry. :(]

"There you go, then." Sakurazaki beamed a little, relieved and fully convinced. Although she could probably argue that, while PB & J could be countered well with fruit, brownies could not. Not as well, anyway. But no need for another crisis.

[[no worries]]

Conner, on the other hand, felt that brownies stood perfectly well on their own. He also felt another sandwich was in order, and helped himself to one. "So how've things been with you lately? I haven't talked to you much since way back when we were in the cabins."

"Things are going...pretty well, actually," Sakurazaki smiled a bit after she accessed her situation. There were some bumpy spots, of course, but she really couldn't complain. "They'll be well, anyway, once I get back from Japan."

"Good to hear." Conner had plowed through a third sandwich faster than he cared to admit and was now staring between the sandwiches and the fruit, engaged in a furious mental debate. "Get back? You going on a trip?"

"Yeah, I gotta head back to Japan for a week or so," Sakurazaki said lightly; it didn't bother her as much any more. Part of her was finally starting to look forward to it, but only just slightly. She idly popped some grapes into her mouth, much more secure in her food decisions than he was. "That's why I threw all this together. Sort of a...parting gift of sorts. I'm gonna miss this place a lot, but at least it'll only be a short while." A short while that would seem like forever, but that was beside the point.

"Stuff to take care of at home?" Conner guessed, nodding. Remembering his own trip home a few weeks ago, he chuckled softly and added, "I hope it's fun and interesting, but not in a crazy kind of way."

Sakurazaki nodded. "It should be. Working with Mana-san is always interesting. The craziness will come from my old classmates, to be sure. Last time, they threw quite the welcome home party for me. I'm sure they've got something equally clever as an excuse to get drunk building up for Saturday."

"And I just got sneak-attacked a bunch of times by my brother, and botched a soccer tryout." Conner didn't mention why. Especially this long after the fact, it would just seem like bragging. "Sounds like they'll be glad to see you. What's going on Saturday that you have to build up for?"

Sneak-attacked. She could relate to that, only by pink-haired twins, her best friend, and demons instead of brothers.

"Who knows what they're planning." Although it was probably a party. It was always a party with 3-A. "But it'll probably be...memorable, to say the least, if anyone will actually be able to remember it." She paused, offered the best clarification she could think of. "My classmates back home are a little..." She circled a finger around the side of her head to indicate 'batshit crazy.' Seemed that she'd been using that gesture a lot lately.

And a universal gesture it was. Conner grinned as he started in on a brownie. "Surprises are good, sometimes. Do they seem more or less crazy now that you've been here?"

If it was more, Conner was going to be very, very intrigued by these friends of hers.

And how much of that intrigue would be because they were all Japanese school girls?

Sakurazaki had to consider that a bit. "About the same, actually. Maybe a little more. After being here, they definately seem far more...excitable and...loud...than the average teenage student. Then again, basing the average student on a Fandom student is flawed in itself, but the same goes for a Mahora student."

Conner? Would be so totally pleading the Fifth on that. And entertaining mental images of Kira whapping him over the head with her guitar once she registered the glazed look in his eyes. This would be why he was eating his brownie with fierce, deliberate slowness while he thought about hundred-foot-long carnivorous slugs.

Yum.

"Nobody here is average," he said with an emphatic nod. "But I'm starting to think of the kids at my old school as the weird ones, because at least here when unusual things happen, we don't pass it off as some kind of group hallucination. Whenever I leave here, I'm never going to think of 'normal' the same way again."

"'Normal' is so relative, anyway."

Huh. Interesting statement, that. Now it seemed Sakurazaki was the one delibrately taking her time munching a brownie. Best not dwell on that too much.

"So, enough about that, how the heck are you?"

"I'm . . . good, actually." It was Conner's turn to have to think about that, over a new slice of watermelon, before he answered. "Been taking it easy lately, but I'm good. I can't believe the summer's almost over, though."

Sakurazaki smiled lightly. "I was just talking with Ranma about that last night. It is weird. When I get back, the summer term will officially be done with. It went by so fast! Will be interesting to see how the regular school year might be."

"Tell me about it," Conner replied. "Seems like we were just getting here ourselves and hearing all about the weird things that go on here, and before we know it we're going to be the ones telling the newbies all about it."

He tossed a grape up into the air, caught it in his mouth, and sighed. "Senior year all over again. Maybe it'll be more interesting this time."

"And I swear there're still people I haven't met yet..."

"...Wait, again?"

Conner nodded ruefully. "I should've graduated last year, but an entire year of my school transcripts got lost somehow. I'll bet anything Principal Randall fed them to a Tyrannodrone -- back when she was evil, I mean, since she's not any more -- but nobody would buy that, so I get to repeat. And it was less embarrassing to have to do that somewhere other than Reefside."

"I see," Sakurazaki nodded a little cautiously, mostly because she was worried about the fact that she really did understand what he was talking about. "That is a pretty evil thing to do. But maybe the school year will go as quickly as the summer did?"

"I don't know. I'd be kind of sorry if it did. There's too much interesting stuff happening here, and I'd hate to miss out on all of it because time went by too fast," Conner mused. "I used to be mad about it, but now . . . I don't mind, really. If classes here are anything like the workshops, they'll be way different from anything I took before. It'll be an adventure!"

Sakurazaki chuckled. "That's one way to think of it, yes. It's good that you'll be enjoying it, then."

Conner grinned. "It's either that or resent it. And resentment takes too much effort."

"Now that's watertight, infallible logic if I've ever heard it." Sakurazaki grinned back, took an appriciative bite of an apple.

[[ and the mun must disappear for work now ]]

John, with the unfailing sense of ~~mooch~~ smell, found something tickling his senses that was great and free. So, he popped in for the best food of all: free food.

Cooked up by McNinjaPants.

"Heya."

Because peanut butter and jelly and fruit took a lot of effort to cook. But the brownies were still good by that description.

"Hi, John," Sakurazaki smiled, all transgressions over punching bags seemingly far, far in the past. "Help yourself. It's not much, but it's the only going away present I could think to offer."

"You're going away? Long weekend type thing or... permanently?"

"Full week, possibly more," Sakurazaki temporarily narrowed her eyes at John, wondering if that last part was added on as a hope ~~so he could have Ranma all to himself~~.

[[not on plane quite yet; couldn't refuse one last stab :P ]]

"So you're coming back. Good. Guess I don't have to sell your stuff online after all." He grinned.

~~And, to prove that he is!not!gay!especially for Ranma, he totally makes out with her right then and there, making her toes curl and a funny feeling happen in her Ninjapants.~~

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