The Roof, Tuesday Morning

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Ino was… was going to do something drastic if she didn't stop singing soon. As it was she was up on the roof in the hopes that no one else would hear her. On the other hand… if people heard her… that'd shut her up, right?

She sighed, thumped her head lightly against the notebook she'd brought up with her, and…

"Whenever I see someone less fortunate than I
And let's face it - who isn't less fortunate than I?
My tender heart tends to start to bleed

And when someone needs a makeover
I simply have to take over
I know, I know exactly what they need
And even in your case
Though it's the toughest case I've yet to face
Don't worry, I'm determined to succeed
Follow my lead, and yes, indeed
You will be...

Popular! You're gonna be popular!"

Well. Stabbing herself to shut herself up was certainly gaining popularity right about now.

[I couldn't resist. Totally open as a roof is!]

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"Well, no, they aren't. But they are satisfying." Ino shrugged. "I probably," probably, "wouldn't hit anyone. Unless they were really annoying about it."

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He reached into his bag.

"You could throw oranges at them."

He considered giving her the bacon orange. After all, that would be a cruel trick indeed.

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"I don't have any oranges," Ino pouted, "so that's no fun."

Ino would be very sad to get a bacon-orange. She'd also find it hilarious to try and get someone else to eat it.

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He pulled out three between his fingers and held them out to her.

"Here," he said, giving each of them a quick sniff. Hmm. White chocolate orange, orange spice drop, and... well, it wasn't bacon anyway.

"You can use these."

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She blinked at him.

"Why're you carrying around..." Ino blinked again when he sniffed them. "...Funny smelling oranges?"

She took them though.

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"Because I'm planning to give them to Miss Lulu after my midterm in cooking class today," he said. "The rest of them, anyway. I've gotten rid of a few."

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Ino had found the white chocolate one and was making small gleeful noises as she sniffed it. "How'd you do it?" she asked.

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"I sort of-- they were an accident," he admitted. "I was working on an exercise from one of the books the Queen gave me and I couldn't get it right and I got aggravated and they just sort of started dropping into my lap each time I got it wrong."

He looked over at her.

"You could eat it as well, if you like. I think that's white chocolate orange, if I smelled it right."

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"I don't think I could throw them at people, not when they're special oranges like this," Ino said, glancing at him, "even if they were made special by accident."

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He laughed, just a little.

"Then enjoy them," he said. "I can't do anything on purpose anyway so they might be the only ones I'll ever make."

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"I don't believe that you'll never learn to make them on purpose," she hugged him quickly, "but I'll enjoy them as special until you learn how to do it again."

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"Fair enough. I can't tell the future, after all."

No, his realm was the past.

"What are you up to today, incidentally?"

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"Hmm? Oh, me? Nothing much really. Waste time 'til class, then waste the time 'til Michael's off work. I'm helping him out with something tonight."

That was fairly evasive considering the source.

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He knew, as he'd seen him without the glasses, but it wasn't the first thing to cross his mind.

"Oh? Does he need help with something?"

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"Uh huh," Ino rolled her eyes, "though he tried to tell me he doesn't, but whatever. I totally got my way."

She tended to get her way. Funny that.

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"Would you need more help or do you have things covered?"

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"Nah," she said, with studied nonchalance, "we've got things under control."

Hopefully.

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He didn't ask further. He could tell 'please stop asking' as well as the next boy. Perhaps a little better.

"I finally get to do my cooking final today as well," he said. "I'm rather excited."

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Ino, normally, would've told him but it wasn't her secret really to tell and Michael hadn't mentioned anything about who else knew. She could keep other people's secrets.

"Ooooh?" Ino glanced at him. "What're you making?"

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"A salad with cranberries and a blood orange vinegarette," he said, "a lemon rice and chicken soup, and a spiced leg of lamb along with some of the caramels I made. If she likes the caramels, I might just give her one of the candied fruits I put in the chocolate."

He smiled brightly. He liked making things for Miss Lulu.

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Ino blinked at him.

"That's a lot of cooking for one class."

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"We had to make one salad, one soup, and one main entree," he explained. "And we've had extra time so I refined the recipes a little. It's the same as what was served at the meal before the trip, if you remember."

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"I remember," she said blithely, "and I bet Miss Lulu'll really like it all. You're good at cooking."

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He grinned.

"I enjoy it. That translates."

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"Silly boy," she said fondly, grinning at him, "it doesn't always translate, I'm afraid, but sure it can."