Third floor common room [Tuesday night]

[weldedtomyspine]

For once Jaime wasn't spending his time in the common room cooking. Nope. Tonight he was sprawled out on the couch with a ziplock bag full of ice resting on his cheek. He'd spent most of Monday watching the bruise blossom from slight discoloration into a genuine shiner. So now he was just lying around watching improv comedy shows and trying to look pitiful.

It wasn't like he was above trying to get free food or care out of an injury that wasn't really that big a deal. After all, the Scarab would have completely healed the thing by now if he hadn't pointed out that that would have drawn a lot of attention. And that it didn't really hurt anyway.

So there Jaime lay: it was a nice night for sketch comedy and sympathy.

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[trigons_child]

Raven perched on the arm of of the couch, digging into the cake with a fork. "This looks delicious," she said. "Cake was a wonderful idea." She lifted the fork to her mouth.

[weldedtomyspine]

HIS CAKE! "You," Jaime pouted completely unconvincingly, "are a cruel, cruel woman." It was probably a good thing he didn't know to add 'Mistress Raven' to the end of that.

[trigons_child]

If he had, Raven would have done some combination of turning red, completely forsaking non-violence and smashing the cake in his face, and/or fleeing.

"Did you wish some cake as well?" Raven said, oh-so-innocently.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Well, I wouldn't want to put you out, but I do really like cake." He said it as if that were entirely reasonable.

[trigons_child]

She scooped some more cake onto the fork and hovered it over Jaime's head. "It is yours after I heal you," she said. Yes, she was learning to fight dirty.

[weldedtomyspine]

"That's just mean. Super mean." Jaime pouted. "I bet the cake's all gross anyway." It looked and smelled delicious.

[trigons_child]

"It is very good," Raven said. "Freshly baked. I have never tasted cake this delicious before."

She bet Mistress Raven didn't have these kind of problems.

[weldedtomyspine]

"I don't know if I believe that," he countered. "Not without tasting it for myself." HA! Take that!

[trigons_child]

"Well," Raven said carefully, "I suppose I can give you a taste." She moved the fork within range of Jaime's mouth.

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime sat forward just enough to try to take a bite.

[trigons_child]

Raven teasingly pulled the fork back, but then relented and let him have a bite. "Well?" she said.

[weldedtomyspine]

"I don't know," Jaime chewed thoughtfully. "I might have to try another bite..."

[trigons_child]

"Healing first," Raven said. She knew it wasn't a serious injury, but it was becoming a matter of principal now!

[weldedtomyspine]

Jaime pouted. "But I don't know if it's worth spoiling my plan yet." He couldn't give up his plan!

[trigons_child]

"Your plan to be utterly shameless and incorrigible?" Raven said.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Do either of those result in cake?" Jaime asked hopefully.

[trigons_child]

Raven laughed and held the plate out to him. "You win," she sighed with a small pout.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Well, you can have some, too," he pointed out as he reached for the plate.

[trigons_child]

"That is why I brought two forks," Raven said, letting him take the plate.

[weldedtomyspine]

"You," Jaime grinned, "are brilliant."