Third Floor Common Room; Sunday Evening.

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Everyone had, of course, moved back into their dorm rooms and Chad felt like doing something for everyone to mark the occasion. He thought about going around to help lift things, especially big and heavy things, but he remembered hearing that Jamie was doing a moving thing and didn't want to step on any toes. So, instead, he and Prince Oscar Pedro had migrated from his room to the common room, got a few things together, and started whipping up a really big empanada dinner to share with anyone who might want some.

And he made a lot, so he hoped people would want them.


[[ not only is it open, but you're welcome to mod whatever you want for having been made with/in the empanadas, too! ]]

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[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

It was the smell of food that had her slipping down the stairs and peeking into the common room there. Hinata brightened when she saw who was there. "G-Good evening, Chad-san."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad, standing at the stove as he prepped another pan of empanadas to go into the over, gave her a nod in greeting. "Hinata-san," he said. "How are you?"

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"G-Glad to be back in the d-dorms," she said. "Less people all a-around, really."

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"Awww," Chad couldn't help a small smile at that; Hinata's shyness was just way too adorable. "I like bein' back 'cause..." He nodded to the food, stepping back to slide the tray into the over, "better cooking facilities. There's some right there that're done if you want some. Help yourself."

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

"W-What are they?" she asked, stepping closer to look. "T-They do smell g-good."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Empanadas," Chad explained. "They taste good, too. Basically a Southern American pastry dish thing. Those ones have beef in 'em, and I cooked 'em with enchilada sause because that's really good."

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

She made a mental note to look up 'Southern American' and 'Empanadas' later. There was no need to continue in utter ignorance and shame her family.

"D-Do you like cooking?" Hinata asked, going and fetching a plate with a glance at him to ask, silently, if he wanted a plate as well.

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Chad gave his head a small shake, holding up his hand to signal to Hinata that, no, he was good. "Yeah, I like it," he said. "I do it a lot anyway." He tilted his head toward Prince Oscar Pedro nibbling on a tomato...yes, tomato...on the counter. "And he helps."

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

Hinata laughed softly, grinning a little at Prince Oscar Pedro. "I'm s-sure he's an excellent h-help."

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"Actually," Chad admitted, "all he does is sit and purr and eat, but he's good to talk to while I work, and that's just as good as helping."

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

"D-Does he try and s-stick his nose into what you're making as you m-make it?" Hinata asked. "B-Because that's a-about, from what I u-understand, all the help that m-most small c-children are when it comes to c-cooking. So he i-is help in a w-way."

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"Help in a way," Chad considered, "by not being in the way..."

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

That got another laugh, and Hinata set her plate down momentarily to go and offer her hand to Prince Oscar Pedro, and if he wanted it, she'd even pet him and gladly.

"T-That's sweet," Hinata said, "the way that he is. And y-you with him."

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Like Prince Oscar Pedro ever didn't want a hand. At the first hint of fingers, the tomato was quickly forgotten, neck stretching his head closer, and he already started to purr.

"Thanks; he means a lot to me, so..." He shrugged, like it wasn't really a thing.

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

She gently went to rub Prince Oscar Pedro's head, smiling at the purr.

"He's v-very sweet," she said again. "H-Have you had him long?"

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad's head tilted as he realized that he had no idea.

"A while," he said after a moment. "Seems like forever, but it can't have been too long ago, 'cause Teddy went with me to get him."

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Hinata glanced at him. "Y-You don't remember?"

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Chad was quiet for a moment; his hand reached up behind his neck, rubbing it lightly, sheepishly.

"I don't have a very good memory sometimes."

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

"Does that c-cause problems?" she asked worriedly.

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"...Sometimes," Chad admitted after another moment.

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

"I h-hope nothing t-too bad," she said, "you d-don't deserve problems for something that y-you can't help."

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"Aw, no," he said, "nothing too bad. Some people just...I don't know. It doesn't make people think very well of you when you can't remember some things..."

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

She smiled faintly. "S-Some people aren't too impressed w-when you can remember t-things and then f-fail to do them c-correctly under p-pressure either. Y-You've just g-got to do the b-best you can."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"And," Chad reasoned lightly, "there's some things that I might not remember, but there's also things I never forget, which is important."

[shyest-eyes.livejournal.com]

She bobbed her head in a nod. "That's true," she agreed, "a-and that's all you can really do."

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Chad nodded, with a firm grunt of agreement. "That's how I see it, too."