Third Floor Common Room, Lunchtime

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The good thing about this break thing? No classes.

The bad thing about this break thing? No classes. So Z had to find something else to entertain herself with. To that end, she had decided to do some actual cooking, as opposed to 'poking buttons on the Synthetron' cooking. Anyone in the vicinity of the third floor common room around lunchtime would be able to smell Mexican food cooking: enchiladas, to be precise.

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"Gosh," Jamie said putting his chin on his hand, "That is just a darn good question. What do you have to offer?"

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"Thirty-five cents and a sharpie?" Z suggested.

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"Do I get to draw on your face with the sharpie?" Jamie asked hopefully.

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"Sure," Z said. "As long as you don't write any dirty words on my forehead."

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"Well then what's the point of getting the sharpie?" Jamie said with a pout.

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"I dunno," Z said with a shrug. "But there's still my pocket change. And some lint?"