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2nd Floor Common Room, Sunday Morning

Tannim settled in on the couch with a bowl of Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs and the remote. As he flipped through the channels, he grumbled about the lack of Sunday morning cartoons.

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"Wow, that's great!" Tannim said. "Congratulations!"

"Thank you!" The swell of pride overtook her again as she straightened her shoulders.

"We should celebrate," Tannim decided.

"Ooh!" Turtle initially liked the idea, but then grew to like it even more by the second and added a few bounces. "Oooh, ooh, yes, we should! What could we do to celebrate?"

"It's your success," Tannim said. "What do you want to do?"

"Ummm..." Turtle bit her lip as she thought a bit. "I want....a party. With cake. Double chocolate cake, and ice cream. And a big banner that says, 'Turtle Wexler Pwns Joo All.'"

"Cake and ice cream wouldn't be hard," Tannim said. "The banner might be a little more work."

Turtle frowned at him with a very skeptical look. "How hard can it be to make a banner?"

He was talking to a fourteen year old who just made partner, here.

"I didn't say hard, I said it was more work," Tannim said. "If you just want a sign, that's nothing. But a big banner - that's going to require a whole lot of painting or a professional-size color laser printer. Unless you just want a quick scribbled magic marker banner, which isn't really suitable for someone who just made partner."

"...I wonder where there might be a professional-size colour laser printer around here," Turtle thought outloud. There had to be one.

"Is there a copy shop in town?" Tannim asked. "I haven't really looked around yet."

"I haven't noticed one," Turtle said after a moment of thought. "And I can't very well paint my own banner; that's just..." Her nose wrinkled. "Kinda...y'know, tooting my own horn and all that."

"What about getting it written on the cake?" Tannim suggested.

"Well, that went without saying," Turtle told him. "Of course something would be written on the cake. But the cake gets eatten. We need something more perminant."

"What about a tattoo?" Tannim asked, deadpan.

"Oh, gosh," Turtle gushed. "My mother would kill me!"

Which only made her really, really want to actually do it.

"But don't you have to be eighteen to get a tattoo?"

"I think you have to show ID that says you're eighteen," Tannim said. "Which is not the same thing as actually being eighteen." He grinned.

Turtle liked the way Tannim thought. She smirked back. "You think it would be difficult to get something like that? Because us? Going to get tattoos? So much cooler way to celebrate than cake and ice cream."

"There's a guy here that said he could make me one," Tannim said. "Bet he'd make one for you, too."

"Awesome," Turtle said, and bounced just a bit.

"Who?" she asked, wondering if she knew the guy Tannim was refering to.

"Dean Winchester," Tannim said. "Want me to ask him for you?"

"Sure!" Turtle nodded; she couldn't remember ever meeting Dean, though.

"But you'll have to get it with me," she added. "I'm not doin' this on my own."

"I'll go with you," Tannim said. "I don't know what I'd get for a tattoo, though."

"Better start planning, then," Turtle grinned, and started to consider her own. She didn't actually want 'Turtle Wexler Pwns Joo All' tattooed on her, but she still wanted something to commemorate the partnership. Maybe a turtle and a canary, or something. That'd be cool.

"I'll think about it," Tannim smiled.

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