Fourth floor common room, Sunday morning

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Dean was in the kitchen making breakfast for whoever happened by as he occasionally was wont to do. Hunter was with him, stalking across the back of the sofa and sniffing curiously inbetween the cushions. The tv, thankfully had been dispossessed of whatever weirdness that had had it playing pirate porn the night before and Dean had it tuned to nothing more provocative than some music videos.

All in all it was a fairly cheerful morning.

[OOC: free breakfast for any who wants it.]

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"I think it might have altered the turn out a bit, yes," Setsuna said with a grin. "I'm very excited to learn from him; I hope it will prove very helpful."

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"As demon hunters go, Dad's the best," Dean said with pride.

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Dean saying such things made a little spark of challenge well up inside of her, but, she'll save her judgements until she'd experienced a little more of his style. She thought back to the first class, how he didn't seem to respond in any particular way to her, or even the EMF going off. But there was a lot to pay attention to during a first class. She still wondered if Professor Winchester could tell. How good of a demon hunter could he be if he couldn't sense it?

"I'm very lucky to have him as a teacher, then," she decided to say, congenially, with a nod.

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"If you ever need any help with the class, let me know," Dean offered. "Like I said, I've been learnig this stuff most of my life."

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Setsuna grinned at him a little. "Well, so have I."

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Dean grinned back. "You should do well then."

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"I certainly hope so," she nodded. It would be embarrassing if a hunter failed hunting, after all.