Ching Tai - Monday Evening

[death_of_hope]

As per the plans she had handwavily  made with John after their lake-dunking on Friday, Anemone found herself enjoying the nice weather as they meandered down the street towards the restaurant.

She grinned as she skipped along next to her date.  "So, if we have yummy things here, does that mean I’m excused from my regular pie-fairy duties tonight

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[apocalypsesoon]

"I'm not sure. You don't want to gift me with pie and company while watching awful movies that are culturally significant in their awfulness?" he said with a grin. At his date.

[death_of_hope]

"I didn't say that!" She stuck her tongue out as she poked at his ribs. "I just didn't have pie class today, so I don't have anything ready-made. You'd either have to wait while I went back to the dorms to cook, or put up with me puttering around in your kitchen."

"No class for a week. No more ethics class ever." Anemone had a positively dreamy look in her eyes. "I'm pretty sure I even passed. This calls for tasty treats."

[apocalypsesoon]

"You're welcome to putter around any time," he said. "You still have the key? Just don't wake me up if you have hankering to cook at sunrise or something. Or take over one of the dorm common rooms and bake like a banshee. Or other demon-y thing that bakes," he said. "And congrats on probably passing! I'm sure you did better than I did."

[death_of_hope]

"Why would I come over to cook at your place at sunrise? You're the one who asked me for pancakes the other morning, I didn't offer. I also didn't make them, but that's beside the point."

"You couldn't have done thatbadly at ethics, right? I don't think I'm getting failed, and I suggested shooting Umbridge."