The Roof, Tuesday Morning

[intraspective]

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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[intraspective]

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

Hopefully.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

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."

[intraspective]

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?"

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"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.

[intraspective]

Ino blinked at him.

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

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"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."

[intraspective]

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

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He grinned.

"I enjoy it. That translates."

[intraspective]

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

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He shook his head.

"You can taste it, when someone enjoys what they're doing. When they make something especially for you."

[intraspective]

Ino shrugged lightly, not disagreeing. "I believe you, I suppose. I guess it makes sense even." Food was just, like, pretty much the last thing Ino would notice that way.

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He smiled at her.

"The same way you would feel it if someone hugged you and didn't mean it."

[intraspective]

"I get your point!" She held up her hands in surrender, smiling. "I concede to your claim."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

He kissed her hair.

"Ha."

Victory.

[intraspective]

She ducked her head, leaning against him for a moment before shoving at him lightly.

"Go see Professor Ambrose," she said, laughing, "before I have to do something drastic to you because you keep winning over me."

[new-to-liirness.livejournal.com]

"All right," he said with a laugh before pulling out his broom.

"I'll see you around, okay?"

At which point he slung his leg over the handle and pushed off.