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Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Brunch

Dawn decided the time was right to attempt to make french toast. What could be better on Easter Sunday than brunch, right? So she'd ~~handwavily~~ bought some good bread, eggs, sugar, and vanilla, and was currently trying to figure out the right proportions of things. The griddle wasn't heating yet.

Being Dawn, in addition to syrup, she'd also bought strawberry jam, nutella, tobasco sauce, chocolate chips, walnuts, bananas, raspberry sauce, caramel, and peanut butter. There were also bacon and ham available if someone wanted to make them, and plenty of extra eggs and bread in case someone didn't want to go the french toast route.

She sipped at her pineapple juice and contemplated going to look up a recipe.

[ooc: Open like an open thing! Food is completely moddable.]

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"You should really ask my father about some of this," Luke admitted. "He's the Ethics teacher and has been a Jedi a lot longer that I've been." He sat down and scooted closer to Rikku. "From what my teachers told me--and it was done on the fly--no one was supposed to be a Jedi after the Empire, after all--they weren't interested in power. They sought knowledge. It wasn't really a religion. It was a recognition of the Force, something that's as real as gravity."

"Oh. Okay, yeah, not a religion makes more sense." Rikku said, nodding a bit. She doesn't have issues with religion. She has entire magazines.

"So, there's - a Force to everything? I guess that sounds kinda neat." She shrugged. "How do you ... I mean, can you control it?"

"Whoa, your dad's here? That's gotta be nice for you. I mean, I hope so. Unless he's like my dad." She giggled. "But he's not following you around telling you not to talk to any girls and cussing, so I bet not."

Luke chuckled. "Hardly. We don't really know each other. I thought he was dead most of my life." He rolled his eyes. "Another long story."

"Oh, I'm sorry." Rikku bit her lip. "I mean, about you thinking he was dead. My mom died when I was little. It must be nice to have him back."

She smiled ruefully. "I'm starting to think a lot of us here have long stories."

"It's....weird to have him back," Luke admitted. "I grew up with my aunt and uncle and spent most of my life thinking I was an orphan. In the last six months I've lost them, gained a twin sister and a dad. My life's a little confusing."

Which was understating things by quite a considerable margin, but Luke was all about being polite.

"I'm sorry to hear about your mother," he continued.

"Whoa." Rikku shook her head. "I'm sorry about your aunt and uncle, but - getting the sister and the dad, that's pretty great. Although, yeah, confusing. But confusing in a good way. When you get people you love, that's ... you gotta stick tight to them, you know?"

"It's okay about my mom. My world ... I think it isn't like here. So many people here just ... I don't know. My mom's dead, and both of Yunie's parents, and Lulu's and Wakka's, too. Lots of my friends have both parents dead. And some of my friends are dead, too." She shrugged, trying to seem indifferent. "I think it's different here."

Luke nodded. "It's not quite as...volatile...in this reality," he said. "I was one of three pilots to survive a battle at the end of the summer." His eyes stared off into the distance. "I've had more than enough loss for a lifetime."

"I'm so sorry." Rikku looked over at him, nodding slowly. "And ... yeah. It wasn't that bad but ... I have too." And wished there was something more she could say.

"I think ... my world is going to be different now. We changed it. We had to." She swallowed. "Dawn and I said we're gonna start a club. About how, you know, you save the world, really, and everyone else goes and has a party, and you ... you get to go to the funerals."

Luke ran a hand through his hair. "I suck at small talk," he muttered.

He gave her a small smile. "Any t-shirts along with the club?" he asked.

Rikku laughed. "I know, right? I'm usually more cheerful than this, honest. I bounce a lot." She shook her head. "Then I meet other people and go, 'Oooh, yeah, you too?' and we have conversations like this one. We should totally stop that."

She clapped her hands excitedly and did bounce at that. "Yes! That was the point! I mean, the name! It was gonna be 'I Saved the World and All I Got Was This Stupid T-Shirt.' And we were gonna make the t-shirts so that at least we'd have something, right?"

"I saved a galaxy," Luke said, eyes shining. "Can I have two t-shirts?"

Rikku giggled. And bounced. "Oooh, really?! No way! Then totally! You can have two different colors and totally hold it over the rest of us, like, 'Oh, that's nice. I hope your 'world-saving' was very nice. SIGH.'"

Luke giggled. "But won't such superiority get me kicked out of the club?"

Rikku grinned. "Nah. It'll be a hotbed of intrigue and politics. Dawn's president but I'm gonna overthrow her and embezzle money from the treasury. So you can gripe a lot about how we're totally incompetent and you should've been in charge! Maybe make your own bid for it. It'll be great!"

"I can break people out of prison," Luke offered. "Can I be vice president?"

"Oooh. I was gonna be vice-president, 'cause Dawn doesn't want me to be treasurer, 'cause then I'd be able to steal more." She considered. "But I've never broken anybody out of prison. Except me. They totally were gonna execute us. Does that count?"

"Of course it does," Luke said, nodding. "I almost got eaten three different times this year!"

He seemed a little too pleased about that.

"Ooooh, it was just the once for us! They were all 'You have committed crimes against Yevon and GO DIE' so they dumped us in a sewer, right?" She was bouncing excitedly.

"But it was, like, just a sewer! Okay, there was a dragon in it? But it wasn't like a big dragon. I mean, the dragon they sent after the airship? WAY scarier."

"What tried to eat you??"

"Most recently, a Sarlaac," Luke said. "Um, pretty much a giant mouth out in the middle of the desert with the mandatory creepy tentacles. Shortly before that, a Rancor who was living under the trapdoor that this gangster pulled back so I'd get eaten."

He grinned. "And the first one was in a sewer, too! But we jumped in on purpose--it was better than getting shot up." He frowned. "Well, sort of. There was the almost getting eaten thing, and the potential for being smushed to death, but it all worked out okay."

Rikku giggled madly. "Whoa, things try to eat you a lot. We mostly just had stuff trying to smash us. Or the stupid government people trying to blow us up. Or both."

She shook her head. "Man. Kinda weird doing all that and then just ... coming here. Going to classes. Like, okay, on Tuesday, I have Computer Science, and not, I have to slice up behemoths so I can get to Zanarkand."

Luke nodded vigorously. "'You have to take this starfighter you've never flown before, take a torp and pop it into a three meter wide hole or we all die. Then go to class. Thanks!'" He rolled his eyes. "The downshifting's a little extreme."

Rikku laughed. "Hey, think of it this way! I bet we'll be the most relaxed people during finals. 'What if I fail?' 'Well, you know, no one's going to shoot you and dump your body in the woods, so maybe we should chill out and order some pizza.'"

Luke snickered. "I sense a club project," he said. "'Exams: You Won't Actually Die.'"

Rikku giggled. "We could set up an obstacle course in the Danger Room! 20 Things Scarier Than Finals. And you have to get past a certain percentage of them or you faaaaaaaaail."

"Don't tell Rory," Luke said between giggles. "It'll totally stress her out."

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