Third Floor Common Room, Wednesday Evening

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Z was cooking. This was not, as some might have thought, cause for alarm. Z was actually quite a good cook at the few dishes she knew how to make without burning, and it was one of these she was turning her hand to tonight: fish tacos. And she had plenty of them, along with all the usual dressings for fish tacos, as it was only polite to feed everyone else, too.

((Open! Free food!))

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"Z Delgado. Nice to meet you, Johnny Blaze." Z made a face. "Just tell me not from Taco Bell. Taco Bell is not Mexican food. It's barely even food."

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"Nah, mostly greasy dinners in backwater towns. Even I got enough taste not to eat at Taco Bell." Upon hearing Z's name, he looked over at her. "Oh, you're Z. Luke mentioned you yesterday."

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"He did?" Z squeaked. "I mean, he did?" she asked in what she hoped was a more normal tone.