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Wellspring Arms, Tuesday

Temari was on time for work ~~unlike her mun~~ today! Not that here was much to do other than shoo people away from the weapons and make sure nothing of a plant variety tried to take over the store.

All was well.

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Who is there!

Jamie wandered in with bag from Ching Thai in his hand.

"Who's up for a little won ton or egg drop soup?" he asked.

Blinking a few times in confusion, Temari just looked at the bag in his hand. "I thought I was making it for you."

Though, really, this would be better. And less with the food poisoning.

"I'm unpredictable," Jamie replied as he put the bag on the counter and began taking food out. "Roll with it. Speaking of I also got egg rolls, crab rangoon, a cheeseburger and a slice of pizza. I couldn't decide what to eat."

Rolling her eyes, Temari sat back at the front desk to watch him. "And only soup for me?"

Jamie looked mournfully at the pile of food. "Well I know you like soup! You can have a bite of everything if you want."

"Very sweet of you," She replied, beckoning him closer.

"You're not going to slap me are you?" Jamie asked.

Even still he came closer anyway.

"Then we would have to feed more of you."

"Yes but then you'd have a dupe who wanted Indian food instead so he'd just leave."

...

"Damn it. Now I want tandoori."

"Get over here and open the food," She ordered, hopping up to sit on the edge of the desk.

Jamie sighed and began to unpack the food on the desk. "Are you sure? Tandoori chicken? Finger licking good and with out the colonel's recipe!"

Because that was a sure fire way to get her to want it. "What's a Tandoori? And what colonel?"

"Tandoori is an Indian style of cooking chicken and the colonel is the figurehead of a fast food corporation that makes fattening and greasy fried chicken that will clog your arteries and make you feel bloated for two days.

...

"Damn it. Now I want fried chicken."

That did get him a smack. "Sit down and eat your pizza."

Jamie looked down at the pizza and grumbled. "I don't even want pizza any more," he replied.

But he started eating it anyway. "Anyway. How's business?"

Temari raised an eyebrow and grabbed for her soup. "I think you might be the only one who comes in when I'm here."

"Don't worry. There's a new student who sleep walks around into stores," Jamie said handing her a spoon. "He's bound to show up sooner or later."

Stirring the soup, she gave him a confused look. "Sleepwalks?"

Jamie just gave her an amused look. "What? That's the weirdest thing you heard?" Jamie asked. "He walked right into a shelf like he didn't know it was there and tried to get a free squishy."

"I hope you didn't give him one," She replied, tasting the soup. It was better than she expected, actually. "This is good."

"Of course," Jamie said. "I didn't make it. I bought it. Bought soup is always better than homemade. Plus you didn't have to make any and you don't have to clean up. Score."

For those with permission!

SO. Getting called to come in an hour early, oh, five minutes before they need you? NOT FUN.

*flops*

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