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Jeff, God of Biscuits -- Friday Afternoon

They hadn't managed to go out as planned yesterday ~~because the muns had timezone issues~~, and Makoto felt slightly guilty about having had asked Tom to cover for his shift only to have not done anything. He'd apologize on Sunday.

Either way though, he was pleasantly surprised when Zuko showed up at his room after lunch with the intent of taking him out and walking around town. The rain though, made them reconsider, and they headed for J,GOB instead.

"We'll have to explore some other day, I guess." Makoto said as they entered the shop.

[For the big sib, yes yes. But also open for other J,GOB~y needs. And modding totally done with permission.]

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Zuko nodded in agreement. "This is the most important one, though. If you know J,GOB you can get through most Fandom weirdness."

That got a warm laugh as Makoto shook out his hair, making sure that his girl-guise was still fine. "I like to think I've managed what little weirdness I've seen well enough without knowing of J,GOB, but I'm sure you've got more experience with just how much this place can help."

"It's a good idea to have access to food that doesn't make you crazy," Zuko said wisely. His shoulders were steaming a little, but that seemed to be perfectly normal and he stepped further into the shop, already trying to see what was on sale. "Plus, it's food." He liked food.

Makoto eyed the steaming form of his big brother and shrugged slightly. Alright. That was new. "Non-crazy food," he said, heading over to look at the displays, "is always a good thing. Especially if this place is as good as you said it was."

It only lasted long enough for his clothes to be warm and dry again.

"Yes, especially the muffins. Do you have muffins where you're from?"

"Yes," Makoto said, glancing at Zuko, "they do have muffins on the other half of the world too. None where you're from?"

Zuko shook his head. "We don't have most of the things they do here," he said, already making a list in his head of what pastries he was going to order. "What would you like? My treat."

"You don't have to buy me anything." Makoto protested automatically.

"I'm supposed to be your big brother, right? That goes with it," Zuko pointed out. At least, he thought so. Maybe.

Makoto thought of all the clothing Tsubaki bought him and the make-up Akane helped out with all the time and blushed slightly.

"So it does," he said, a faint hint of an apology in his voice, "I'd like that one," Makoto pointed, "then, please. And thank you."

"Just that?" Zuko asked, because you could never have too many pastries.

That got another smile. "Just the one is fine for me." And he could, you know, come back later if he wanted another. "Which ones are you getting?"

"The chocolate muffin and the cinnamon scone," Zuko decided, giving the order immediately through to the clerk. "And two hot chocolates, please," he added. Because otherwise it would be really sad.

"So... how were classes this week?" Look at him being normal.

"I didn't blow up anything in cooking," Makoto said cheerfully, "which makes it a good week really." Math was... math. And he didn't think Zuko wanted to hear more about the My Country class. "What about you? Anything interesting?"

"We got to make up way to break into places for spying," Zuko said, bouncing forward to take the tray as soon as he'd paid the clerk.

"You do spying?" Makoto wondered, "Do a lot of people spy on others around here?"

"Um..." Zuko blinked. "I don't spy on people. It's just a subject and learn things like lockpicking and stuff." Especially stuff.

He started making his way over to one of the tables to the side of the shop. "I don't know what others do. They might be weird enough."

"I guess," Makoto said, "I guess it's like how I'm not ever going to rule a country, huh? So it's just something to learn while here."

He didn't like the idea of spies. Funny that. "I can't see why people would want to spy around a high school."

"There's enough people here who have made enemies back in their world," Zuko placed the tray down on the table and slid into a seat.

Makoto took a seat opposite of him. "Well, I guess putting it that way it makes sense that other people would be worried about having people sent here to spy on them. But I still don't get why a student would spy on other students."

"Maybe they're each other's enemies?" Zuko suggested, dividing up the pastries and hot chocolate.

"Thank you," Makoto said, unfolding a napkin, "and that does make sense, yes. As long as they don't just randomly spy on other people for no good reason."

"They might think they have a good reason," Zuko pointed out, trying to decide which pastry he should eat first.

He blinked. "Like being paranoid?"

Zuko had to think a little too hard on that one, missing the whole rhetorical question thing. "Maybe, but it's more a mindset than a reason?"

He... hadn't really expected a serious answer. Makoto sipped his hot chocolate and thought about how to respond to that. "... what kind of reasons would people have then?"

It was Zuko. Good or evil, humour still passed him by most of the time. "Gathering information on the island?"

Scone it was.

"It's just an island where a lot of weird things happen?" Makoto offered, "I mean, interesting but not... spying-interesting."

"It is if you're planning military actions," Zuko pointed out.

"Have people, students I mean, have any of them actually had a military action happen here?" He asked, "I've heard about the invasions but I didn't think any of them were connected to the students in quite that fashion."

Zuko wondered if having your sister charge in with her own private Dai Li forces counted. "I don't think so?"

"So, then, what'd be the point in planning military actions here?"

"You don't think have control over a place that links different universes together would be of strategic value?" Zuko asked before he took a bite out of his scone.

Makoto blinked. "I've never had to think of things like that before. Home's not like that. But I guess that makes sense..."

Zuko nodded. "It's better if you don't have a reason to have to think like that."

"I should probably think about it at least a little if there's a chance of it happening here though." Makoto nibbled on his pastry. "It'd be careless not to."

"Most of the things invading tend to be dumb anyway," Zuko replied. "Except those trolls, they seemed to have some sort of plan."

"... what sort of plan?" He wondered.

"I don't know," Zuko frowned. "They kidnapped a few people."

"Everyone got back safely right?"

He nodded. "Yes. It's not an easy island to just invade."

He laughed. "Guess they can't mention that in the brochure's though. It'd make people wonder how often invasions happen."

"Do you think you wouldn't have been sent here if your parents had known about it?" Zuko asked curiously.

Makoto shrugged, glancing off to one side. "The only reason I'm here already is because Akane did a lot of fast talking to convince my father. He's still not happy about it. Invasions would've made it impossible."

"Why did you want to come here then?" Zuko couldn't help but wonder.

"To get away from my father." Wasn't that obvious? "And I was switching schools anyway, so I picked one I wanted. This one seemed good."

"I don't think a whole lot of people want to actually come here," Zuko mused.

"Did you?" Makoto asked, sipping his hot chocolate.

"No," Zuko said simply and distracted himself by sipping from his cocoa.

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