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[quithauntingme]

Voices through the door:

"Princeton? Seriously?"

"It would only be for a few years--"

"Years?!"

"Querida, Suze--"

"Jesse, don't even do the Spanish thing to me. Just don't."

"Wait, Suze-- where are you going?"

"OUT."

... Which abruptly turns into inOne small teenager with brown hair, fabulous shoes, and a furious expression storms into

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[candied_rabbit]

One small teenager surely deserves another.

Though Momiji can't boast of his fabulous shoes, seeing as how the only footwear he's sporting is a pair of very long, powder blue socks. But he is seated on a stool at the Bar, and he turns his head and raises his eyebrows just a little at Suze's arrival.

"Want a brownie?"

He has a little plate of them on hand, which gets nudged in her direction, complete with the sort of silly, enthusiastic smile that says brownies help everything.

[quithauntingme]

"Uh."

Suze is sort of in tear-reversal mode, and although normally she would eschew sweets as part of a conscientious mediator's daily diet, she feels that exceptions can be made for mediators whose boyfriends are on the verge of abandoning them to go to college thousands of miles away.

"Thanks," she says, and picks one up-- then hesitates.

"It's not like a special brownie or anything, is it?"

[candied_rabbit]

"I'm pretty sure they're just normal ones! They haven't turned me into a toad or anything."

The rabbit-boy laughs a little, shaking his head - but his tone is totally earnest. Sudden, ridiculous transformations are pretty much all he associates with "special" food, in Milliways. Even special brownies.

"Not yet, anyway. And Ms. Bar gave me them, so they should be safe!"

[quithauntingme]

These are all compelling points, though that hadn't been exactly the definition of "special" that Suze was aiming for.

Eh. Whatever. Accidental substance experimentation would just be one more great thing about her day. Suze takes a bite.

"These are actually kind of amazing."