fandomtownies | Luke's Diner, Thursday

Setsuna liked that Luke's was rather easy to sneak into, and it helped that Jude was so distracted by his experimentations. She slipped in silently, leaning over on the counter for a better look, and remained quiet, grinning, to see how long it would take for him to notice her there.

Jude was pretty into his work, his tongue poking out of his mouth as he frowned in concentration. Without looking up, he reached up and groped for the pepper. He frowned a little more when he realised that he was groping across cloth instead of counter, and looked up to find his hand on an arm.

"Oh." He followed the arm up to a shoulder and then a face. "Oh!" He beamed. "Hi!"

Setsuna's face was rather red, but it was mostly from the attempt to try to keep her grin to a minimum and not ruin her silence with a laugh, because that was just almost too cute for her to handle. It had been tough, but, the moment he came around to it, she let the laugh go, chuckling, smiling at him. "Hey. What're you working on?"

"Um . . ." Jude looked down at what he was doing. "The ultimate lunchmeat. On a stick." He looked back up at her. "I was bored."

Biting her lip against another grin, Setsuna leaned forward to take another look. "Is your work leaning toward success?" she asked, because she certainly couldn't tell.

"I dunno. I guess I'll find out when I'm finished, won't I?" Jude looked up again to find her leaning even closer. Which conveniently put her in range for a kiss.

Blushing and grinning, Setsuna kissed him back and said, "I hope you don't mind the interuption," despite that the kiss should have told her that he certainly didn't. "But I've brought something for you."

"You're never an interrup - ooh, presents!" Jude bounced to his feet, grinning.

Setsuna chuckled a little, beaming at him. "Well, it isn't anything special, and I know the fact that you work around food all day probably lessens their appeal a bit, but..." She shifted a bit, opening her sachel and pulling out the plate of brownies, which, sprinkled and frosted as they were, had gotten even more smushed and mangled in transit, so they became less of a plate of multiple brownies as and more of just one, big conglomerate brownie. She held the plate out with a grin. "Ta-da. I promise, they're edible this time."

From the way Jude grinned, it could have been a skateboard made of chocolate and heavy metal. "You baked me brownies," he said, bouncing. "Er, a brownie? Brownies?"

Setsuna frowned a bit as she looked at the final product. "They started as seperate brownies, anyway...But they'll taste the same either way, hopefully."

Jude beamed. "Awesome." He leaned over and pecked her on the cheek. "You're awesome. You baked!"

Blushing significantly, Setsuna very placidly circled a finger in the air, a muted little gesture to accompany her oh-so-enthusiastic, "Whoooo." She chuckled a little. "It was quite an adventure, too, but I think after taking that class over the summer and subsequent attempts, I might be getting the hang of it."

"No where near the cullinary expertise of my amazing boyfriend,though," she added, quickly leaning in to return his peck on the cheek, blush deepening.

Jude struck a muscleman pose for a moment. "I should make you onigiri and stuff again. That was actually pretty fun. I mean, uh, if you liked it . . ."

Sakurazaki bit her lip, shoulders lifting bashfully. "You should," she said, with a small nod. "Because, I'll be honest, of what I remember best from that night, the food isn't one of them..."

Jude chuckled, ducking his head. His tuque was luckily hiding how his ears went bright red. "Yeah . . ." He smiled dopily. "It was a good night."

Setsuna just beamed at him happily; she loved that smile, and was glad that she hadn't inadvertantly gone and erradicated it for good with everything that had happened earlier that week. It helped remind her that, yeah, everything was going to be okay.

But, since she didn't want to make things unnecissarily awkward by just sitting there looking at him (although she wouldn't have minded) and she had completed her delivery, Setsuna straightened a bit. "Well, I guess I should let you get back to work, then?" She didn't particularly want to, but she knew she probably should...

Jude shot out a hand, catching her by the wrist. "No, c'mon, stay. I wasn't doing anything important." He smiled mellowly. "Please?"

"Well, I suppose," Setsuna said with a smile; she hadn't even moved besides straightening anyway. "So long as I'm not bothering you or keeping you from anything you should be doing."

Jude grinned. "Nuh uh." He motioned her onto a stool, "So it looks like you're bein' a customer," and started to clean up the detritus of his culinary experiments. "So, waht's new?"

"Ummm..." Setsuna tried to think of something interesting as she took a seat on one of the stools, hands in her lap, head tilted slightly. "Well, we talked about Sun Tzu in war theory today, which was fun. And then I made the brownies, didn't kill the twins, and then came down here. And that's about it."

Jude chuckled, shaking his head. "A day without homicide is always a good day. Y'know, I did an essay on Sun Tzu for philosophy class last year. I though he was kinda cool, too."

"Really?" Setsuna's eyes widened, feeling a very significant jump of her heart. It was like Jude was telling her Christmas came early. "I have The Art of War almost entirely memorized in Japanese, and I'm working on the English. I adore his philosophy..."

Jude chuckled again at her enthusiasm. "Awesome, bra. I found a really good translation of it, read it like six times while I was working on the paper. I'm not really big on, y'know, fighting and stuff, but I found it pretty interesting anyways."

Setsuna was a little bit stunned, really. Her head was possively swimming. True, six was a mere, insignificant number compared to how many times she herself had read it, but it was still very impressive. Especially since she would have never, ever really expected it from Jude.

How could she have not known this before? She drew in a breath, released it as a wistful sigh as she leaned on the counter, resting her chin in her hand.

"You know what?"

"What?" Jude asked, completely unaware of what she was thinking.

"I think you are one of the most amazing guys I've ever met," she said, simply, but with a lazy grin spread across her face.

Jude dropped the metal tub of luncheon meat he was holding as she caught him totally by surprise.

"Ow . . ."

That certainly wasn't the reaction Setsuna had expected.

"Oh, my God, Jude! Are you okay?"

"Uh, yeah . . ." he replied, shaking his head as he crouched and picked it up again. He smiled up at her. "Ya just surprised me, bra. You were lookin' all dreamy and stuff."

Setsuna blinked, still looking a little jarred. "Is that...is that bad?"

"Nuh uh." Jude straightened. "It was cute. And totally unexpected." He leaned over and kissed her quickly. "Thank you."

Setsuna smiled softly, blushing a bit as she looked at him. "You're welcome. But if it was that unexpected," she frowned a bit, "then I'm obviously not letting you know it enough. I'm sorry..."

Jude shook his head, smiling mellowly. "Don't apologise, bra. I'm gonna be surprised every time you say it."

"But why?" she asked, her voice slightly arguementative. "It's just the truth. It would be like you being surprised by someone telling you the sky was blue."

"What? It's blue?" Jude pretended to make for the front window.

Setsuna laughed a little, unable to help herself, but mostly, she just continued grinning at him fondly. God, he was cute; she was so incredibly lucky...

"Yeah, sometimes. Although, technically, it's also often red, or purple, or sometimes greenish...But you get the idea."

"Yeah, yeah, I know," Jude replied mellowly, leaning on the counter beside her again and smiling at her.

Which Setsuna saw as the perfect moment to steal a kiss.

Oooh, kissing! Jude could get behind that.

Setsuna smiled at him when she finished her kiss. "You want to do anything later when you're done with work? Maybe watch a movie or something?"

"Sure!" Way to sound over-eager, dude. "What were you thinking?"

"Mmmmm, I didn't really have anything in mind..." Setsuna admitted, but kicked the wheels in her head into motion, "but...since it's Sun Tzu day, how would you feel about maybe a samurai flick?" There was a hopeful little rise in her voice as she suggested it.

Jude ducked his head in a nod. "Sure, bra. Um, where? My place? Yours? Common room? Or should I just . . . um, am I sounding really dorky right now?"

Setsuna tilted her head and she laughed a little. "Why would you be sounding dorky? Anyway, I don't have a TV in mine, so either yours or the common room would be okay. We could make popcorn and everything..."

"Popcorn sounds great." He leaned over and kissed her. "My room? 'Cause then we can ignore the movie better?"

With a shy smile and a blush, Setsuna kissed him back. "Okay. I'll stop by later, then..."

"'kay. Catch ya later, bra." He stole one last kiss.

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