4th Floor Common Room, Wednesday Morning

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Another day, another... session of staring at the TV while it played motorcross repeats from Precursors know when. Jak was getting bored again, which meant he was five minutes from heading back to Haven to yell at Torn and maybe get a mission out of it.

But that could come later.

Right now, it was motors. And a bag of chips. Jak was a simple man.

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"Racing," Jak agreed. Hey, it was a simple question, she was going to get a simple answer. "Breakfast?" And match it with one of his own.

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"Waffles," Tara nodded, gesturing to the toaster.

And then she had to break that beautiful one-word-sentence thing. "There aren't any on my floor, so ... waffles here. And racing."

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"Waffles and racing," Jak echoed. He wasn't totally done with the one... okay, three-word-sentence thing yet. "Sounds like a winning combination to me."

...Yeah, Jak still couldn't snarl at Tara.

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"I've had worse mornings," Tara sad,some slight determination to be cheerful in her tone. "It could be ... gory nature shows and stale toast, right?"

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"I don't know about nature shows," Jak said, awkwardly. Gore, he didn't have much of a problem with, beyond that it confused him a little - people from his world took damage a little... differently. "But you could say I'd rather have waffles than toast."

There could be a request in there. If you squinted.

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"There are always cute bunnies getting eaten," Tara explained, on the general subject of nature shows. "Or ... some cute baby animal, if there aren't bunnies around."

She considered the box of waffles, considered Jak, and considered the yummy waffles already on her plate. Not giving them up, no. "The box is almost full -- I can put some in the toaster for you?"

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A very long beat.

Then: "Sure."

It wasn't passive-aggressive if you didn't know you were actually asking, and it's not like Jak knew what 'passive-aggressive' meant anyway. For waffles. Yep.

"So..." What did you talk about in situations like this? "How's school?"

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It felt a little passive aggressive, but Tara was a pushover and dropping waffles into the toaster took like ten seconds, so Jak got what he wanted.

"It's ... almost done?" she ventured, retreating to a chair with her own plate. "I have my modeling final left, then nothing until summer. How's it going for you?"

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Jak shrugged one shoulder. "I had my philosophy final," he said. "I still don't really get it, but whatever."

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"What was it about?" Tara asked. "I took ethics last term and magical ethics this term, and they were -- kind of fun."

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... Oh, sure. Ask Jak about that.

"Figuring out your own philosophy, or something," he said. "I'm a little more invested in more important things than shadows on a wall." And thanks for explaining that bit, Jono.