fandomhighdorms | Front Lawn, Town and First Floor Lobby , Sunday Morning

Dawn's plan had been to go to J,GoB's in town and get some breakfasty things before Sam woke up, so she could yell at him for leaving her behind when he went to do dangerous demony things the night before on a full stomach. It was freezing, but it was just external cold and not the cold that had almost frozen her from the inside during the week, so she didn't mind so much.

That plan very quickly changed the first time she got hit in the head with a falling meatball. "What the--" She looked up as she watched the meatball roll away from her into the grass, and managed to avoid the second, and the third, but not the fourth or most of the ones after that.

So, she ran much more quickly into town and picked up some brownies, but mostly she invested in a bunch of sub rolls and some napkins. She stepped out of the bakery, brandishing the sub roll at the sky with vigor and a slightly maniacal gleam in her eyes. "Back! Back, if you don't want to be eaten!" Then she held another (open) roll over her head as she ran back to school.

Dawn dumped the bag of rolls on the floor of the lobby and headed out to catch herself some breakfast.

[ooc: Open to all. Feel free to catch your own meatball sub. If soda rain starts, feel free to say that cups are supplied as well.]

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"Just as long as you don't let me do it," Conner said. "They're either gonna come out crunchy, or goop."

"I could probably manage it," Katara said, laughing.

"Dude, anyone but me. Seriously," Conner replied, and ducked out onto the lawn to make himself a sandwich. Maybe two, since he snagged a second roll on his way out.

Using his super-speed was totally cheating, but he was hungry.

Katara stared at the superspeed. And was a bit jealous. "That is so cool."

"It's really only useful for little things," Conner said, a little self-conscious about it. "Well, okay, it's useful in a fight, but not for much otherwise. It wears out my shoes, too."

"You need better shoes!" Katara pointed out. She grinned. "It's still neat."

Conner only possessed a small degree of modesty. It got exhausted very easily. Like now.

"It kinda is, isn't it?" he said with a dorky, slightly smug grin. "But it's hard to get really good comfy shoes that fit me in red, so I try not to use it too much."

Katara smirked. "You should try blue. Much better."

Conner didn't say "Blasphemy!" He didn't exactly know what the word meant. But his speechless, horrified staring said it rather eloquently.

Katara giggled and tried to look innocent.

Conner gave her the big, sad puppydog eyes. "That was a scary thing to say to me."

She stifled her laughter and looked apologetic. "I didn't mean it?"

"I guess I can forgive you this time," Conner replied magnanimously. "I can make you a sandwich?"

"Well, you know," she said, starting to look mischievous. "I've really been wanting a meatball sandwich. That would be great."

Conner ~~who didn't forget about this window, honest~~ winked at her. "I think I can do that. Wanna toss me a roll?"

Katara grinned and threw one at him. "Don't wreck your shoes now."

"They don't wear out that fast!" Conner protested, laughing as he dodged out into the meatball-rain to catch her a sandwich.

She laughed. "How should I know! You might come back with holey shoes!"

Returning with a loaded meatball sub that he handed to Katara, Conner looked a little confused. "My shoes are sacred? What?"

"The red team? Once the soles are worn our, they go up on an altar?" Katara said, giggling as she took the sandwich. "Thank you!"

"Just call me meatball guy," Conner said.

And boggled. "Wow, I've heard of some funky rituals people do with their game shoes, but that's a new one."

Katara took a moment to try to figure out which she was going to laugh at first. "Meatball guy? Really? Cause I'm going to do that now."

Ooooops. Oh well, he'd been called worse. "Well, if you really have to," Conner said, cheerfully unaware that she had more than one reason to laugh at him.