5th Floor Common Room -- Sunday Evening

[intraspective]

She'd managed to forget that there was a party going on until late enough that she'd have felt sort of weird showing up—not to mention 'bout the fact that Ino was a bit weirded out by the idea of showing up at some strange grown-up's place for a party—and so, with her Santa hat perched jauntily on her head, she'd wandered into her common room to make hot chocolate.

It was totally seasonal. And so was the candy cane she was nibbling on. The candy was obviously the best part of this holiday, especially for someone who only had the vaguely concept of what the holiday entailed beyond 'shiny presents'.

But presents? Were pretty awesome too. She leaned against the counter and sipped her hot chocolate idly.

[Because I had to use this icon today, yes! Toootally open common room!]

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"I'm a judgmental soul," she said easily. "And you're really bad at on the spot fabrication."

[weldedtomyspine]

"What, you think you could do better?"

A monkey could do better.

[intraspective]

"I know I could do better," she sniffed, thinking of all the lies she was weaving lately.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Prove it, then."

[intraspective]

She smirked at him.

"A real lie ain't done on demand."

[weldedtomyspine]

"Uh huh." Jaime sounded so superiorly doubtful. He had totally won!

[intraspective]

She gave him a languid shrug.

"Besides," she added, "how do you know I haven't been lying already?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Your name's not really Ino?" he gasped in horror.

[intraspective]

"It's Amy," she said, with a straight face. "Sorry, Ino's just a fake name."

[weldedtomyspine]

"Oh, that's too bad. Since, you know, this mug of hot chocolate I'm making is for Ino..."

[intraspective]

"And I, as Amy, have your cookies held hostage," she reminded him. "surely that's worth a hot chocolate?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Oh, those cookies? They're poisoned." Ignore the fact that he'd eaten one earlier.

[intraspective]

"That's okay," she said, "I'm immune."

No, no she wasn't.

[weldedtomyspine]

"Oh, good." Jaime smirked. "That means I won't have to give you any of this antidote hot chocolate." That was for Ino anyway.

[intraspective]

"Excellent," she crooned. "And I'll just go 'bout poisoning others with your cookies."

[weldedtomyspine]

"How dastardly of you," Jaime snorted. "I'll have to make more antidote hot chocolate and give it to everyone but you."

[intraspective]

"And then I'll steal your antidote and keep it all to myself!"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Yeeeeah... no." Jaime poured her a mug and held it out.

[intraspective]

"I win!" she carolled and went to snag the mug.

[weldedtomyspine]

"You're right, Amy, you've won." He wasn't ever going to stop calling her that.

[intraspective]

Well, Leda already called her Amy. Ino really didn't mind what people called her.

(As long as she had a say in it, somewhere.)

"So," she said, "that means I am way more awesome than you."

[weldedtomyspine]

"Oh." Jaime smirked. "You haven't tasted my hot chocolate." He'd stolen the recipe from his mom, and she was an awesome cook.

[intraspective]

...

"Is this the poison version or the antidote one?"

[weldedtomyspine]

"Let's see if you can tell the difference," Jaime taunted.

[intraspective]

"I could throw it at you and see if it sends you fleeing for an antidote?"

And yet, she was going to take a sip.

"Mmmmmm."