Room 206, Wednesday Evening

[palestshadow]

Naminé was pacing. And thinking. And trying not to worry. And her mind was swirling with thoughts of monsters and classes she was coming to loathe and angels and abductions and where was Valentine? If he had disappeared on her, she was going to hurt him and he had better realize that while there were crazy angels on the loose he was going to have a

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[importantman]

Food. Food had been the reason for the excursion. After all, one couldn't Be expected to hide under one's bed without proper provisions.

... Valentine had learned that lesson through experience.

So, in his arms, there was a bag of whatever he could afford with the money he had.

Mostly muffins. Muffins would keep them alive through the oncoming crisis, he was certain.

He knocked on the door with his foot. His arms were entirely too full for him to be able to open it himself.

[palestshadow]

Naminé opened the door, then sighed with relief. "What on earth are you ..."

Muffins. He'd brought muffins?

Forgive Naminé; it's been a stressful day, and now he was standing with his arms spilling over of muffins, and she's going to have a laughing fit.

[importantman]

Valentine was confused. Which... wasn't much of a stretch, really, for him. Allow him this moment of confusion, it would pass soon enough.

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"Are the muffins amusing?" He quirked his head to the side slightly. "There was a sale, you know. One mustn't ever turn up the opportunity to get food for cheap." Especially when there were scary things out there sending people back in time, or however that worked. "This ought to last us for a few days, at least."

Two or three, perhaps. It was, after all, enough muffins to feed a normal pair of people for a couple of weeks, at least.

[palestshadow]

"I hope you got butter," she said lightly. "Or jam. The muffins will get rather dry without them. Do you think I can boycott my Wednesday class from now on?"