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Luke's Diner, Wednesday

Jude headed to Luke's after class more than a little distracted. He ran into a couple of trees on the way, dropped a few dishes when he got there, only slightly clumsier than usual. Really.

Don't think about it, dude. Just going out as friends. To catch up. After the weekend. That was it. Nothing to worry about. You trust Setsuna. They're just friends.

There's a perfectly good reason that she didn't tell you about it, too.

CRASH!

Luke's is . . . open, and will probably still be in one piece by the end of the day.

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Rosette pushed open the door to Luke's with her back, walking in backwards as she looked closely at her map. She was in the middle of babbling something to Chrono, who ducked in quickly as soon as he could squeeze in to hold the door open for her. "...can't quite tell if this place is on here or not," she was saying, brining her face close to the paper. "Covered by something." She picked at it. "I think it's mus--"

Her head snapped up, eyes wide, and her stomach interupted her. She looked suddenly very excited. And distracted.

"Do I smell hot dogs?"

"Uh, yeah?" Jude popped up from behind the counter. "Can I help ya, bra? Er, Sister Bra?"

"Sure!" Rosette sidled up on a stool, leaning on the counter, setting her map on top of it, off to the side a bit. Chrono soon did the same, though he had a little more difficulty with it. "Exploring the town's worked up an appitite. I'll have a hot dog." She paused. "Make it a few, actually. What'you want, Chrono?"

"Um, just a chocolate shake, maybe?" Chrono kicked his legs in the air a little. He hated being short.

"Coming right up!" Jude replied, with his somewhat fake customer-service smile in place. It wasn't that he was bummed, he was . . . distracted. He tossed three hot dogs on the grill and started making the shake.

Predictably, it exploded all over him, leaving him with a clump of chocolate ice cream clinging to the mixer, half a metal cup full of milk, and proto-milkshake splattered across his chest. He made a face. "Duuuuude . . ."

Rosette blinked, her mouth forming a little 'o,' and trying really hard not to laugh.

"Uhhh, I thought milkshakes were supposed to go inside the cup there..."

"Yeah," Jude said sheepishly, starting another one. "But hey, I'm not really one to conform to the norm, bra."

"Mmm, while there is definately something to be admired in that creative spirit," Rosette said with a little bit of a chuckle, "I don't quite think serving milkshakes off your person is gonna hit off too big."

There was a pause, and a snicker. "Unless you wanna take your business in an entirely different direction, that is."

It took Jude a second or two to get that. Of course, when he did get it, he was in the process of bringing the milkshake to the counter and dropped it when he started blushing and stammering and trying not to flail.

"Haaaaaaaarsh . . ."

Rosette facepalmed, unable to contain her laughing. Oh, this was just too, too great. This was almost better than vaudeville. Not that she'd ever been to a show of course. Not to Sister Kate's knowledge, anyway.

"Geeez, Chrono, you always gotta be difficult and order the most complicated thing on the menu, don't'cha?" She nudged her companion with a grin. Chrono, meanwhile, was just burying his face in his hands. Wow. Just wow.

"Don't worry about it, little dude," Jude muttered as he set the cup to the side and dropped a roll of paper towel on the problem to be taken care of later. Setting his jaw determinedly, he set about making the milkshake. Again. Carefully.

Rosette clasped her hands over her mouth to keep from laughing or saying something else that might cause a third failed attempt, while Chrono tried his best not to scowl a bit at being called 'little dude' by some scrawny punk of a counter jockey. He could handle it from Rosette; he was far more reluctant to take it from his guy.

Jude delivered the milkshake without further incident with a "Here you go, bro," before disappearing into the back to check on the nun's hot dogs.

Hmm.

Something about that sentence just seemed odd . . .

"Lemme have a sip, Chrono!"

"No, get your own, Rosette."

"Oh, what, and wait another five hours? No thanks. Come on! I'll even use my own straw so you don't get nun cooties."

"There's no such...Hey!"

Rosette snatched the shake, stole her sip. "Thank you, Chrono!"

"Yeah, yeah. To think I put up with you."

She just smiled, and looked over the map again while waiting for her ~~hoto doggidos~~ hot dogs.

Jude poked his head out of the kitchen, his eyes narrowing. "Are you gonna make dirty jokes that are gonna make me drop these, or is it safe to come out?"

"Dirty...!" Rosette laughed, pretending to be appalled, positively appalled! "Young man, I don't know what you're talking about! This is a nun you're speaking to!"

"Yeah, only the worst nun in the world, but hey." Chrono shrugged with his playful jab.

"Uh huh," Jude chuckled, and quickly delivered up her hot dogs and backing away, his hands lifted defensively. "Ha! Didn't drop 'em!"

Rosette applauded with a beam. "Yayyyy! Yay for undropped hot dogs! Thanks!" She didn't hesitate to start digging into them, chewing happily, and, while still chewing happily, introducing herself. "I'm Rosetth, bai 'e way."

"Jude," he chuckled. "Nice to meet ya. I'm not usually this clumsy, I swear. Y' caught me on a bad day."

"Awwww," Rosette pouted, shoulders slumping as she liberally added some ketchup to her hotdog. She took another bite before asking, "Wha' 'appened?"

I have a horrible mounting suspicion that my girlfriend is cheating on me?

"Nothin', really. Uh . . . rough day of classes."

Rosette nodded exhuberantly as if she understood, although she didn't, because she'd never really been to a real school before. "Dammit, don'cha hate that?"

"Yeah," Jude replied, smiling a little at her enthusiasm. "It can be a total bummer."

Bummer. That was a new one. Rosette was half-tempted to have Chrono scribble that down in his notes.

"Ah 'ope yer day gess betta, Jude," she told him, mouthful of hot dog again.

Jude chuckled. "Thanks, bra. I hope so, too."

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