4th floor common room, Saturday morning

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What better way to start off the day than with pancakes at the crack of noon?

With pancakes on sticks at the crack of noon.

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Setsuna breezed into the common room, smiling a little when she spotted Jude and his very, very missed culinary pursuits. "You know, I haven't had a decent pancake around here since you left."

True, she had lots of opprotunities to try some, but it wasn't entirely her fault she couldn't actually stomach them.

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"Really?" Jude grinned over his shoulder at her. "Shoulda left the recipe for ya then."

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Setsuna shook her head. "I don't think that would really have helped the situation," she said, curling up against the arm of the couch as she talked to him. She'd gotten used to that spot, that positioning, chin on the arm.

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And didn't Jude know it. He looked away quickly as he started making her a pancake. "Oh yeah, that's right. But you were gettin' better at cooking stuff. That birthday cake was awesome."

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Setsuna smiled a little, lowering her head a little against the arm of the couch to hide her blush a little. Once they'd gotten to it, anyway... "Yeah, but it took a lot out of me to get it to get it there. I'm learning, though, slowly but surely."

Setsuna paused a little thoughtfully, eyes passing around the empty room just briefly. Might as well say it before too many other people were lured in my the call of free food, as tended to be the case around this place. "Hey," she looked up at him, "I'm sorry; about what I did yesterday before I left. It was inappropriate and I shouldn't have done it..."

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Jude was quiet, staring down at the pancake he had just poured. He quickly added more batter to the top, rounding out the dip that had made it distinctly heartshaped. But you know pancakes. Outlines are still visible.

"'Sokay," Jude muttered.

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"...Thanks."

Well, she'd gotten what she needed to say out of the way, but she'd also successful made things awkward. She bit her lip, peeking keeping her eyes down as she tried to think of something else to say.

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"'Welcome." Jude laid the kebab stick in the pancake and flipped it with a practiced twist of his wrist, frowning at the visible outline of a heart in the batter and hoping she didn't notice.

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Ugh. Nice going, Setsuna...Where were all the people that always showed up and could provide distraction or at least a possible topic she could do something with? Right now, she was just drawing blanks, when she wasn't thinking of how much of an idiot she was.

"So..." Yeah, it was lame. But it was all she had.

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"Y'know, my dad doesn't properly appreciate food on sticks," Jude said, flipping her pancake again. "Made cookin' for him really tough."

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A sigh of relief slipped past her; Jude never failed to eventually think of something random to bring up in a silence. "That's saddening" she said, taking a cue from episode 6 which I watched last nice, finally subbed. "To live life never being able to appreciate food on sticks..."

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Jude nodded seriously, sliding her pancake out of the pan and handing it to her by the stick. "Totally harsh," he agreed.

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She smiled a little as she reached out to take the pancake, feeling a litlte tightening in her throat as she noticed that it looked a little strange, like it had been formed differently at first, like...like a heart. But it was just a regular pancake...just regular pancakes for her now...

"Totally," she agreed with a nod, and quirked her head a bit as she asked, "Syrup?"

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Setsuna sucked in a deep breath, trying to calm down, but it was pretty much hopeless at this point. She was a small girl, so she couldn't really pull off angry stomping very well, but she made up for it when she exasperately fell back into her spot on the couch in the common room. "Jude, I'm sorry about that," she started in, quickly, dryly, the still present need to cry still clinging to it a bit. She sounded bitter, and upset. "Y'know what I was saying yesterday, about Ranma, being an idiot? Yeah." She motioned an arm toward the doorway before dropping it down at her side. "Perfect example, right there."

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Jude blinked. "'Sokay," he replied quickly, looking down at the swiftly burning pancake. He had been a little distracted by the angry shouting from the hallway. He slid that pancake into the trash and started a new one.

It kept him from whirling around and going 'Ha! I make you happier than he does!'

"Do I want to know what all the shouting was about?" he asked, almost teasingly.

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Setsuna thumped her head down on the arm of the couch. "I'm pretty sure you can guess," she muttered miserably. "I'm sorry; the whole thing was just a terribly rude debacle that should have never happened."

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Jude shook his head. "Hey, not your fault. My parents do the same thing, start talkin' to me in Polish while my friends are over - I'm sure you noticed." Deflect and distract.

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Great; so now she and Ranma were like a married Polish couple? Setsuna may have started lightly thunking her head agaisnt the arm a few times. "Still doesn't make it any less rude. I should start learning French; then he can know what it's like."

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"Je ne parle pas la francais," Jude replied, completely deadpan.

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Setsuna looked over at him with a quirked eyebrow for a moment. "Nani?" she responded, sighed, and lowered her head a bit agaisnt the arm of the couch. Dammit, she was upset. She couldn't let herself actually smile at that, because that would ruin it.

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"Aww, c'mon," Jude wheedled. "Do I have to make dirty pancakes to make you smile?"

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A blush splattered across Setsuna's face. "What...what would be funny about adding dirt to pancakes?" she deflected away from what he was most likely probably suggesting.

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Jude waggled his eyebrows at her and started to pour very deliberately.

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"Ack!" Setsuna buried her face in the arm of the couch. "Juuuuuuude!"

No, that wasn't a laugh amid the flailing. Really. Nope, no laugh.

Unless a laugh would get him to stop, and then, it totally was. No question.

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"'Suuunaaaaaaaaa!" Jude teased, continuing to make a pancake-shaped blob, grinning victoriously.