Second Floor Common Room, Saturday Morning

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It was late morning, nearing noon, and Ender had finished his morning exercises a while ago. He'd sat down to work in his room afterwards, but this sense of-- moroseness he had been trying to avoid wouldn't leave him alone, making him restless and a little irritable. Jane's commentary about that hadn't really helped either.

Which was why right now he was curled up on the couch in the common room, with Animal Planet playing some documentary about Brazilian tree-frogs in the background. He'd taken the datapad Ben had given him for his birthday with him, and he was poking idly through stats for alien races he'd never heard of before.

He was still a little restless, but at least he was less irritable. The calm, he could fake.

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Ramona honestly hadn't considered that, and tilted her head in thought. "Well. Vegans are pretty open about what they can do -- my ex goes to a special school for them. Maybe people should be researching what, like, an all-carnivorous diet would do."

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"If it's a biological thing," Ender said. "There could be other rules involved. I don't know. It sounds interesting, though."

Yeah, of course he'd think that. God forbid if he ever visited that universe.

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"They have to train, too, I guess," Ramona said thoughtfully. "The vegan diet might just be tertiary, as far as details go. But yeah, my universe is a little weird."

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"Everyone's universe is 'a little weird'," Ender said, with a wry little quirk of his mouth. "If simply because down here, the normal ones are outnumbered enough to be out of the ordinary."