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The Salle; Noonish to Early Afternoon.

After grabbing a quick, light, but energy-supplying lunch, Setsuna headed to the salle to work a bit with Yuunagi. With Elder Konoe coming tomorrow (was it really almost the weekend? so soon? she'd barely had time to properly panic!), he might want to check on how she'd been keeping up her technique, and wanted to make sure she was sharp and ready for a demonstration if needed. She removed her sword from the weapons locker, leaving her sheathed as she began to warm up through her centering forms.

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Peter pushed open the door to the salle and entered the room, shield on his back. The spar with Zuko the other day really had convinced him that he needed to spend more time on shieldwork. That and the fact that his arm had ached the next day.

He spotted Setsuna warming up and tried not to disturb her as he headed towards the weapons locker.

Hearing the door open, Setsuna cracked an eye open from her meditative warm-ups. Practising them with her eyes closed when she was by herself was one thing; not such a good idea when there were other people around. She offered a smile and a nod. "Hey, Peter."

And then a thought struck her. Actually, she'd been thinking about it all day, but it was only at that moment that it came to her that, if anyone could help her, it would be Peter. He always had good advice on stuff like this, from the few times she could recall asking for it.

She dropped her sword down from its ready position and drifted over to the locker. "I, um, don't mean to postpone your practise, but, since you're here, may I ask you something?"

Peter nodded at Setsuna's greeting. "Afternoon, Setsuna. How d'you do?"

He listened as he was pulling his sword out of the locker and inspecting its fittings quickly. "But certainly. I'd be happy to give you any answer I can."

Setsuna nodded, eyes more on his sword as if she were inspecting it too, rather than looking directly at him. "I was...I was wondering if maybe you could give me some advice on something..."

He glanced up at her for the briefest instant then looked back at the sword and continued the inspection. "Of course."

"Um, well..." Setsuna bit her lip, looking down as she leaned on the side of the locker. She started to feel embarrassed about asking, as evident in the flush across her cheeks. It was embarrassing that she even had to ask, really. But she did.

"Um, you see...Jude...Jude's birthday is coming up soon." Gulp. "Very soon. But, I, um..." She looked up, desperation reflected in her eyes, shoulders pulled up as if to hide herself. "I have no idea what I could possibly do for him...None. At all." She concluded with rather wide eyes.

Peter looked up with a smile. "You're lovely for wanting to do something at all. I doubt he'd be expecting anything in particular. You could get him a cake and a gift. Just that he knows you thought of it will make him happy."

"A cake and a gift? That's all?" Setsuna frowned, noticably worried. "You sure he wouldn't be expecting anything more? I mean, he's always done such nice things for me before, for special events...a cake and a gift don't quite seem...enough, you know? I want it to be something special..."

Peter grinned. "He's a boy. We're pretty easily pleased. But if you wanted to do something more, what does he like? What do you like? If you like it or think it would be fun, he will as well."

Somehow, the first that that came to her head as something that would be fun didn't seem like something Jude would particularly think of as fun. Mostly because it had to do with a lot of swords and fighting. She smiled a bit, bobbed her head in a nod. "Okay. A cake I can attempt. He knows how I am with cooking, so the effort in itself will mean a lot. But I'll still have to think of a good gift..."

"Or if it's nice out, you could take him on a beach picnic or into the Preserve. Build a fire and...err, keep warm," Peter said. "I'm not sure what to say for presents. What does he like?"

Setsuna nodded, but they always did the going out thing for special occations, and she wanted to do something different this time. Not that those things weren't nice...

And then she shrugged. "Well, skateboarding, obviously. Um, videogames, cooking, ~~classical Canadian chick-lit~~" A small snort of a laugh, "me..."

Peter grinned. "I am quite possibly the worst person ever to suggest about those two things. I can barely work a computer. Or cook unless it's camp food."

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The Salle; Noonish to Early Afternoon.

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