Third floor common room [Wednesday afternoon]

[weldedtomyspine]

Once he'd encountered a few people and figured out what was going on, Jaime had almost locked himself in his room. Not because he wasn't used to weird stuff, but because he wasn't used to being more off-balance than the Scarab. Usually he was calm and collected and the Scarab flipped out an told him to blow things up.

Not that the Scarab wasn't flipping out and telling him to blow things up, it was just that the Scarab was apparently unimpressed by the fact that a lot of girls were now boys. Which was not supposed to happen. So Jaime found himself in a weird position where he was confused and unstable while the Scarab just kept on business-as-usual.

And there was only one thing Jaime knew of that would help stabilize him at a time like this... Home cooking. And while he didn't have his mom around to do it, he did have a phone and could follow a recipe.

Which explained the rich smell of beef and peppers and mole sauce wafting through the common room. Jaime felt himself relaxing already.

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[weldedtomyspine]

"I don't really have one?" Jaime admitted a bit sheepishly.

[azuldragon.livejournal.com]

"Not even hand-to-hand?" She asked, "I thought I saw you in the Fight Club?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Oh, I showed up, but I'm not actually very good." Jaime shrugged. "I've done some training, but..." He was pretty new to the whole fighting people thing, really.