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Second floor common room, Friday afternoon

Cassandra had been making herself scarce over the past week or so. That meant she was falling into her old, solitary habits, and she didn't really want that.

So today she decided to be social. A lot of people seemed to do that with food. Cassandra decided that she could try that too. Which wasn't a bad plan except that... she couldn't cook.

Instead of making food, she was standing, looking around at the various kitchen utensils, appearing very confused.

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Billy stood for a moment, looking at her looking at the utensils in confusion. "That one's called a spoon. People use it for stirring things, or for cereal, or soup, or even ice cream." he teased.

"I know that," she half-scowled-half-smiled. Which was true. It may have been about the entirety of her knowledge of kitchen utensils, but she did know that much.

"Just trying to help you out." he smirked. "I have something for you."

Cassandra blinked. "Something... for me?"

"Yep." He pulled a cd of dance music from his pocket. It was wraped in festive paper.

The package was taken gingerly and turned over in gentle hands. Cassandra didn't move to remove the paper as she examined it, "What is it?"

"It's a Christmas present." he explained.

"Oh," Cassandra frowned. "I didn't get you anything."

"That's okay." he shrugged. "That's not supposed to be the point anyway. I'm pretty new to the whole Christmas thing myself really. This year is only my second."

"Well... thanks," she smiled.

"You're very welcome. And, Merry Christmas. Oh, and John Connor's having some kinda holiday party tonight, you wanna go?"

"A party?" Cassandra considered, "I wouldn't have to change clothes would I?"

"Nah, I don't think it's anything fancy. He never struck me as that type."

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Ino was back in the dorms after being in town for a bit and, bored, she poked her head in just to see if there was anyone there.

She grinned. "Cassandra!"

Cassandra grinned back and nodded. Her voice was soft, "Hi, Ino."

"How are you?" Ino asked wandering over to her, "And what are you doing?"

"I'm... good." Which was mostly true. "Um... cooking?" Or thinking about maybe cooking...

She looked around curiously, not seeing anything that was already in the process of being cooked. "Haven't decided what to make yet?"

Cassandra's eyes darted to the side for a moment before she admitted, "Don't know how to cook..."

Ino was about to respond with something along the lines of 'Why not? It's an excellent way of infiltrating places, you know.' but, all of a sudden, thick green slime poured down from nowhere. Right on top of Cassandra.

She gaped.

"..." Cassandra's eyes widen. "Um... what just happened?"

"I have no idea, but we should get you cleaned up." Ino was still gaping, but heading towards the sink. "I'll get you some water."

Seconds later, she was soaking wet.

Ino flailed. "What's with this place today?!"

Even with slime in her hair, Cassandra smirks just a bit, "What's with this place on any other day?"

Ino rolled her eyes, but laughed ruefully, "This is true," she squeezed some of the water from her hair, "but really. I hadn't planned on getting soaked."

Cassandra twitched an eyebrow. "Hey, I'm covered in green gunk, you're only covered in water." Oh, look, now Cassandra is only half-covered in green gunk. And covered in water.