4th Floor Common Room [Monday Night]

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Triela was seated in a chair in the common room with a small leather-bound journal in front of her. She was making a series of notes. Hillshire was going to want a report from her soon, and she figured that having some notes about her first week would be useful.

She wasn't trying to hide what she was doing, and her hand-writing was more than legible, it was downright elegant (Hillshire had picked calligraphy for hand-eye coordination training).

-Roommate is a civilian, should be interesting.
-Teachers seem knowledgable in their fields, may learn something.
-Student body is... odd, very odd.
-Things to do: find sparring partner, find shooting partner, inquire about CQB training facilities.
-Note to self: find out status of girls at home, esp. H and R.

She paused to pour herself another cup of tea and gather her thoughts before getting back to work.

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"Aw, come on," A.J. said chuckling, "there are plenty of cookie sharing people around, I swear. Most of 'em will actually make them. You....don't want me to make cookies, trust me, so it's good I went with these, but you'll definitely not be sore for food if I weren't around."

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"I knew I'd like you," Triela exclaimed. Then again, Triela liked most people.

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Despite continuing his light, casual chuckling, A.J. face was suddenly looking a little pink. "You did, did you? Why's that?"

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"Cause I like cookies, and you had some," she teased.

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"Oh, I get it." The pink turned very quickly to red over the fact that the pink had even been there in the first place. "You only like me for my cookies. I see how it is."

Funny thing was that they weren't even his. Such was the nature of common room food.

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"What can I say?" Triela waved airily, "I'm terribly shallow."