Jeff, God of Biscuits; morning

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Susan was enjoying a frothy espresso and a chocolate-chip muffin, trying to decide how best to throw a party for the new faculty. A barbeque, maybe? At the apartments? She was fairly relieved that there was no more coffee pond. She had her suspicions about last week's mocha.

[for willbedone, but open for all your J,GoB needs]

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Willow was examining cakes with the sort of intensity that she normally reserved for computers or spellcasting. She sipped an iced coffee as she did.

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"Willow? Hello. How are you doing?" Susan smiled and gave Peter's friend a little wave from the seat near the window.

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"Susan, hi!" Willow waved back and walked over to where Susan was. "How's it going?"

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"Quite well, thank you. Would you care to join me?" Susan indicated the other chair, and silently crossed her fingers.

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"Please," Willow said. She took a seat across from Susan. "Actually, I wanted to ask you a question."

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"About what?" Susan broke off a piece of muffin, and said, "It may be un-English of me, but I rather prefer these to the scones. They just can't get them quite right."

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"I feel the same way about sushi outside of California," Willow agreed. "Okay, so, I need to know about hankerchefs."

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Taking a sip of her espresso, Susan frowned. "I beg your pardon?"

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"Square pieces of cloth normally used in sneeze-related situations?" Willow said, helpfully. Because in Fandom you really did have to assume a cultural and/or language barrier.

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"Well, yes," Susan admitted. "But I've become rather used to Kleenex and the like, here in the 21st Century. Handkerchiefs are lovely, but so difficult to clean properly."

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"Tell me about it," Willow said. "Plus you have to carry them around with you. Talk about gross. I mean I get how it's no fun from a tree's perspective, but they make them out of recycled products now."

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Susan nodded, bemused. "Exactly. So, what were you going to ask me about them, exactly...?"

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"Colors," Willow said.

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Susan's still at a loss. "Well, most of them are white, although bleaching them is always tricky...."

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"I meant if you wave them," Willow said. "Peter's got a basketball game coming up and I want to get it right when I wave to him from the stands."

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"Ohhhh." Susan frowned. "You mean what the colors symbolize in Narnia? Heavens, it's been forever since I thought about that." She took a sip of her espresso, frowning, then cut Willow a glance. "Of course, different colors meant different things. It would depend entirely on what you wish to convey to my brother when you cheer for him."

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"There's different messages?" Willow asked, looking worried. "It isn't just 'woo hoo, hope you win'?"

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Susan bit her lip, choking back a smile. "Oh, that would be yellow, blue, and white. Narnia's colors. And also two of Fandom High's, so that's a good choice. That's what any fan of the game, or at a tournament would wave." She looked down at her muffin to conceal any amusement in her eyes. "For a personal friend, it would be more complex."

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"It would?" Willow asked, and amazingly the worried look had more levels it could get to.

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Had Susan been Peter's mother, or even his older sister, she probably would have stopped there. But he's still her older brother in some ways, and really, he's being too silly about thinking he can't date anyone seriously.

"Yes, well, you wouldn't want a red one. Or even strawberry. Or any lace on it. That sort of thing is reserved for those who are already--- I mean to say, who are... ahem." Susan blinked innocently. "Intimate, so to speak."

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Willow? BRIGHT red, thanks for asking.

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"Black for mourning of course," Susan went on blithely, although one of her guesses had been confirmed. "Gold is for strength as well as being on of Narnia's colors. Pink for romantic attachment, although... A discreet way to do that? Would be to just have hankerchiefs edged in pink. One could always claim they simply came that way. And it's also a color for friendship and good luck."

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"His hair was pink," Willow said, very quietly because if she put volume behind it it was entirely possible that people could hear her.

Though Susan probably heard her anyway since she was sitting right there.

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Right, that got a laugh out of her. "Was it? Oh, lord, I'm so sorry I missed that." Her smiled eased a little as she studied Willow. "Of course, being Peter, all the subtleties like this are lost on him. He has lovely manners. But he never had much patience for what he thought was frivolous."


[and I go to work, so SP until 11pm]

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This got Willow to look up. "He didn't even know the colors at all! I could've been waving black at him and causing the whole team to lose and he wouldn't have warned me!"

[ooc: NP!]