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Luke's Diner, Thursday

Jude clattered through the front door of Luke's, skateboard still firmly attached to his feet as he zoomed behind the counter, shaking off the water droplets clinging to his tuque. First rain, now having to work . . . making up with Setsuna had given him a lot of extra energy, and now that he knew his flight was the day after tomorrow, the need to skate his legs off was overwhelming.

But still, he was at work, so he was in no way popping wheelies behind the counter. Nope.

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Thursday morning saw Phoebe visiting Luke's Diner.

"Pheebs!" Jude greeted her with a smile and a little spin before clattering over.

Phoebe grinned. "Hey Jude! How's things?"

"Things are pretty groovy right now, bra," Jude replied, happily mellow.

"That's great." Yes, Phoebe had heard, but no, Phoebe doesn't pry.

Suuuuuuure she doesn't.

"What about you?" Jude rocked back and forth on his board a bit, the worn wood bending slightly.

Okay, she pries if she feels there is a need, and since he is in a good mood, no need.

"I'm doing a bit better," she nodded. "Just tired of all of the goodbyes lately."

"Yeah, they kinda suck." Jude wilted. In the midst of his own drama he had almost forgotten. "Man, I gotta find Mai. She's gotta be pretty broken up, eh?"

Phoebe nodded. "I need to find her, too."

Jude winced. "Aw, man, I totally suck as a friend. I was so busy thinkin' about my stuff . . ." He looked genuinely bummed about it.

Her purchases from Empire Records made, Sakurazaki was ready to try and poke her nose around Hitsuzen to find Yuuko finally, but she remembered from her notes that an offering of food might be a very wise idea, indeed. And she remembered when she'd brought Alphonse pie from Luke's, it went over swimmingly, and she hoped, in keeping up with the rather delightful turn of events, it would work the same charms on Yuuko.

Plus, hello. The hooray-still-boyfriend was working. She just may have ninja-snuck herself in when his back was to the door and leaned over the counter to give him a kiss on the cheek when he turned around. "Hey, you."

Jude jumped a little - mellowly, of course - and turned, smiling with all the dopiness allocated to being a hooray-still-boyfriend. "Hey bra, no fair using your ninja powers on me."

Sakurazaki grinned adoringly at him, still feeling a little astonished (happily so, of course) that the worse-case scenario she imagined happening was about the complete opposite of how things did settle out. "Old habits die hard," she said, with a meaningful glance to the skateboard behind the counter.

Jude chuckled sheepishly, rolling back and forth while keeping his upper body still. "Hey, I got a curbjam to train for, remember? Big shiny trophy? Mike Dint?"

Sakurazaki nodded, very impressed with his competitive spirit. "Always good to train whenever possible, I agree."

"But, hey, what do you have today in the mode of pies or other such sweets or foods today that might be especially potent for getting on someone's good side?"

"Gettin' on someone's good side?" Jude chuckled. "Piss someone off, bra?" He ducked behind the counter, checking the showcase. "I got . . . cherry pie, lemon meringue, and . . . ooh! Eclairs! Dude, those look good . . ."

"Well, last person I pissed off was you, and I'm pretty sure I'm good there." Because she hadn't talked to Ranma yet. So she just might have to be repeating this process for that reason soon. "This is just to sort of leave a good impression..."

She considered the choices. "I think I'll take some eclairs, then."

"Comin' right up!" He zoomed down to one end of the counter for a box and zoomed back, carefully extracting three prime examples of gooey, creamy, chocolatey goodness and just as carefully packaged them up. He held the box in one hand as he rang up the total, starting to extend it to her as he named the price. ". . . and one kiss," he finished, holding it back at the last moment.

"A kiss!" Sakurazaki crossed her arms over her chest and pretend to sound insulted, quirked eyebrow and everything. "Is this a common fee you demand from all your customers?"

"Just the pretty ones!" Jude replied cheerfully.

"Oh, well, that narrows it down to just about the majority of the island right there," she grinned, and leaned over the counter to give him his payment, both monetary and otherwise. "Keep the change," she told him, "for such outstanding service."

Jude grinned dopily. "Dude, what a tip!" he gloated.

Chuckling a little, Sakurazaki beamed, and had to remind herself that Jude was at work and fulfilling the urge to just glomp him with affection right now would not be very tactful. Not that she would probably really follow that urge otherwise...or would she? She found herself suddenly thinking that it wouldn't be quite as embarrassing as she'd previously thought it to be.

She sighed, rather happily in the fact that things were still so good between them, but also rather sadly. "God, I'm really going to miss you next week..."

"Turnabout's fair play," he drawled mellowly. "But I'm really gonna miss you, too. I'll try to call when ~~the mun comes near an internet connection~~ I can, though."

"Yeah, I guess I do deserve it." She smiled. "A call would be really nice..."

Jude saluted. "I'll totally do my best, bra!" He chuckled. "Goin' a week without talkin' to you sucks, so it's not a bit problem."

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