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2nd Floor Common Room, Friday Morning

It seemed prudent, after offering to teach Jonas how to cook a few simple breakfast foods, to ascertain that her skills were still at an acceptable level of competence. She normally cooked only for herself, after all—it was the smart thing to make sure of.

(Being Hinata, this was more her own fears of incompetence than actually having lost any skill.)

Either way, whether she was being ridiculous or not, she was soon happily at work making pancakes and waffles. Sliced fruit, syrup and whipped cream were all neatly set out should anyone want to help themselves. Yei darted in and around her feet playing some game known only to kittens and trying to trip her up.

There were some days, she thought, amused, where it paid to be quick on your feet.

[Ooopen! Some SP likely ‘cause of that whole working-for-a-living thing but I am around!]

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Sure, he lived two floors up but when there was food being prepared, Hannibal felt that coming down two floors was worth it.

"Something smells good," he said by way of greeting, wandering in and grinning. "I swear, I would starve if in this place if people didn't cook."

Hinata laughed softly.

"Or you would live on take-out?" she replied lightly. "Wh-Which would be fearfully expensive." Three meals a day, every day... ow. "Please, help yourself."

"I've been living on takeout and things I can microwave for two years now," he said, walking over and peering at what she was making. "People have tried to get me to learn to cook. All attempts have failed. I'm pretty hopeless."

She glanced sideways at him while flipping a pancake.

"You could try a raw diet," Hinata pointed out, her eyes crinkling at the corners as she grinned. "No need to cook then."

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"Raw diet?" he asked, raising a questioning eyebrow. "I don't think I could eat steak raw. Might make me sick."

Yei skittered by, curling around one of Hinata's ankles and staring up at the Person. Hi person!

"I believe it's mostly vegetables, fruits and nuts," she admitted. "Some fish can be eaten raw as well. Those following a diet like that wouldn't eat steak, I don't suppose."

Also, raw steak would be pretty gross to even think about eating.

"I think I'd get bored on a diet like that," Hannibal admitted, smiling down at Yei. "Or I'd start eating so much chocolate and so many Pop Tarts that I'd lose how nice I look right now."

"Fishing for compliments this early?" she inquired as Yei nonchalantly wandered over to try and inspect Hannibal's feet. Feet were exciting if you were a kitten! "I live with Warren," Hinata laughed softly. "Th-That method does not work on me."

She was building up resistance to it! Warren was one of her favourite people on the island but he was a flirt.

"Did you want pancakes?" Her eyes were bright. "You... can have syrup and indulge that figure of yours."

"I'd love some pancakes," he said, snickering at her powers of observant. "And I wasn't so much fishing as looking for agreement. Egos need food too."

He was mostly kidding though and wiggled on of his feet for Yei to have something interesting to inspect.

"Dunno if I've met Warren yet," he added. "Seems I'm meeting a lot of people just as I'm set to graduate."

As she reached for a plate, Yei's tail began lashing back and forth as her eyes went intent and she... wait for it... attempted to pounce on the wriggling foot.

Toy! She had a toy!

"Are you staying on for the summer?" she asked, piling pancakes on the plate with deft hands before offering it to him. Hinata wouldn't dare to try and guess how much syrup he'd care for on them, so he could do that himself. "And Warren is... hard to miss. He has wings," she added, "but he's rather shy in some ways himself."

Hannibal grinned widely at the cat and kept his balance as he wiggled his foot, tugging a bit to give some resistance to being the new toy but not really trying all that hard.

"I think I'm staying for some of it, at least," he said, taking the pancakes with a smile of thanks. "I haven't decided what I'm gonna do after all this but, hey, if I had wings, that'd give me a few more options than I have now."

"Oh?" she asked curiously. "What would you do if you had wings?"

Yei had a toy! A wriggly one! And that meant she had to cling to it in mock-ferociousness and purr her head off.

Hannibal hadn't had a pet in ages so letting Yei attack his foot and treat it like her own personal chew toy was almost fun for him.

"Well, go flying, of course," he answered, smiling a bit. "Maybe I'd be the world's fastest food deliverer. Delivering pizza via wings in less than minutes or it's free!"

"Not to mention it would get cold quickly if it took longer than minutes," she laughed softly. "It gets cold up there, I hear."

"I could always fight crime," he said, taking a few bites of his pancakes. "Catching the bad guys and getting all the accolades that come with it. Fame and fortune don't sound like a bad deal!"

"And," she added, dryly, "I hear that c-crime fighters get all the best attention from the ladies."

Hinata was amused, really.

"Do you think you'd enjoy something like that? Fighting crime?

"I've got a lady right now but I'm always up for being admired," he teased before shrugging. "You know, that's a good question. I think I might actually get restless. Doing the same thing without having the ability to change things up makes me antsy."

"Each crime is different," she pointed out, smiling at him. "Isn't it all in the details?"

"That's true but it's crime and it'd be a pretty big burden, don't you think?" Hannibal replied. "What happens when you fail? People are gonna turn on you."

Hinata considered that.

"Do you not th-think that is the same for any job?"

"Maybe," he said after a moment. "I think it might be more intense if you were a crimefighter. If I'm a mailman and I screw up, most likely, no one's gonna get hurt because of it."

"Ahh," she said, nodding. "That would make a difference, I agree."

Hinata didn't entirely agree with his reasoning, though.

"Th-That leaves out doctor or teacher as well," she noted. "Anything that m-means you'd have to be in charge of people in a situation where they might be harmed by failure."

Hannibal made a face at her. "It does," he said, admitting that faulty logic in his argument. "Maybe that just means I need to get rich and just live alone in a giant mansion to prevent anything like that happening?"

"Would you throw great parties?" she wondered. "Otherwise living like that would get lonely."

"I am great at throwing parties," he said idly, "so I think professional party thrower would be a great career for me."

"Do they have classes for that?" she asked. "I wouldn't have thought it would be a profession, honestly."

"On this island, they probably do," he said and laughed. "I've taken classes on activities at the beach before. Why should a class on how to throw parties be any different from that?"

"I'll believe it when I see it," she said, smiling. "Which, I suppose, means that I should pay attention when classes become available to pick and choose from."

"Would you actually sign yourself up for a party class?" Hannibal wondered.

"F-For planning one? I would consider it," she said, with a little nod. "Knowing how to properly host and arrange something is important."

"Because there are a lot of wild parties in your future?" he asked, completely teasing.

She laughed softly.

"You have mistaken my for yourself," Hinata accused lightly. "I have planned parties before but I would not call them wild."

"Ever been to a wild party?" he wondered curiously.

"...No," she said, "I don't believe any party I've been to would qualify as wild."

"Why not?" he wondered. "Just not the type of party thrown where you're from?"

"My father would not approve," she said, which was an understatement of the century. "And I do not th-think they would suit me. Too loud."

"Makes sense," Hannibal said, nodding. "Truth be told, wild parties aren't my favorite either. It's just screaming and people running into each other and where's the fun in that, right?"

"Enough people seem to find it fun," she noted. Hinata did pay attention to things after all. "But I have to agree. I prefer a party where you can talk without shouting."

"I've been to a wild party or two but what's the fun in waking up the next day with your ears ringing and a hangover?" Hannibal shrugged. "I'm getting more boring as I get older."

"Because you're so old now?" she teased. "All ready to graduate. You must be... ancient."

"I am!" he agreed with a laugh. "I'm turning nineteen later this year. It's all downhill now. Never gonna be young and carefree again!"

Robin was delighted upon entering the common room to find Yei, Hinata, and pancakes. Three things/people that he liked.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning, Robin," Hinata said, smiling while Yei perked up to see who it was. "Are you hungry?"

"I sure am! Can I help at all?"

"You could keep Yei busy?" she suggested, grinning slightly. "I am comfortable enough dealing with the cooking on my own, but she likes to try and get in the way."

That sounded like a wonderful task! "Sure thing!" Robin saluted, then went up to Yei. "Hi you. Remember me?"

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