fandomhighdorms | 4th floor common room, Saturday morning

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.

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

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.

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."

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..."

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.

"...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.

"'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.

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.

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

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..."

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

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?"

Ranma, though sensing he should avoid this room like the plague for reasons unknown, smells food. MM.. He follows his nose against his instincts. When he gets there he realizes why his senses were telling him to not come in here. Jude. And Setsuna. Ohhh... shit...

Jude facepalmed. "Oops. Fridge. Forgot to take . . . it . . ." He trailed off when he saw Ranma, and quickly turned back to his pancake-making. "Morning."

"Oh um... sleeping. I'm sleepwalking." He turns briskly for the door. Even the alluring smell of pancakes can't keep him in there for long.

Setsuna's wide and blinking eyes suddenly turned into a glare at Ranma's back at he turned around; her straightened back slumped as her chin met the arm of the couch again. She approached her pancake with angry little nibbles. Sleepwalking. Ranma didn't sleepwalk....

Leave it to him to one-up the awkwardness of Jude bringing him up in conversation by just flat-out showing up and interupting their conversation with his awkward presence.

//"Leaving so soon, Ranma?"// she muttered, still glaring, sounding not one bit pleased.

//Acutally.. I guess I wanted... ta talk... ta ya..// NOT a good idea. OHHH... such a bad idea...

Setsuna tried to subtly shift her eyes toward Jude to guage a reaction to all this, then she shifted them back to Ranma. //"What about?"//

She hated doing this, using Japanese around Jude when she knew he couldn't understand it; but, wouldn't it be better to have him not know and explain later than just blatantly have him know what was being said if they'd discussed this in English? At least with Japanese, he could tell that her tone was angry, displeased...and that what they were exchanging was not entirely, on the whole positive...

...She wondered if it would be very difficult to learn French. Then things could be even.

//Does... this... change anything?// He looks a Jude to indicate what he's talking about.

Oh, well, that just did it. It was one thing to talk amongst themselves in Japanese but...but...to talk about Jude....with him right there....in a language he couldn't even understand.

//"Saotome Ranma,"// she nearly hissed, her face red with anger. Ranma was definately not winning any points here, at all...//"you have got to be the most tactless, disrespectful, ill-mannered..."//

She cut herself off with a sharp breath through clenched teeth, rising from the couch, fists balled tightly at her side. "Jude, I'm really, really sorry about this, but will you please excuse me for a moment?" A very forced smile graced her lips and then she brushed past Ranma, latching her grip tightly on his arm as she very forcefully extracted him from the room with her.

She thought she'd pulled him down the hallway enough that they were out of earshot, but she didn't quite take into account the volume of her voice as she yelled, //"What the hell is wrong with you?"//

//I didn't even mean ta! I jus' walked in but I didn't know who was in there! I wasn't tryin' ta start anythin'!//

Setsuna's arms flailed a little. //"And you find absolutely nothing wrong with talking about someone in a language he can't understand with him standing right there and very perfectly well knowing that the topic of conversation is him?"//

//YOU were the one who started speaking in Japanese first! PLUS. I'm talkin' 'bout somethin' I DON'T want him ta hear okay?!//

//"What I was discussing with you in Japanese involved you and me and no other parties; that makes a big difference. And if you didn't want him to hear it, well, perhaps you should have asked me to come speak to you in, oh, I don't know, private, maybe, instead of just bringing it up right there!"//

4th floor common room, Saturday morning

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