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Wellspring Arms & Meditation Center, Wednesday

Ino showed up promptly on time according to her schedule and ‘ridiculously early’ according to nearly everyone else’s schedule and bustled around the place taking care of the plants and making sure the store was clean.

After that, though, she flopped down in Cable-san’s chair and considered whether she ought to bring Ichigo lunch today, like normal, or if she should just... not. And spend the time studying instead. Studying was winning out for the moment, so she pulled out a notebook and started reviewing her notes.

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Liir came by with lunch for her, a little early since he now felt confident in taking a break instead of having to run in and out. Class on a workday was uncomfortable.

"Ino?"

He kept it relatively quiet, since he didn't want to disturb anyone, but he'd missed her rather a lot and there was soup! And sticky buns!

She'd settled into a sort of determined stupor that came from intently studying and Ino blinked up, taking a moment to reorient herself.

"Hi, Liir!" she chirped, rubbing at her eyes and setting her notebook to the side.

"Someone's been busy," he said as he put the bag down on the counter.

"Hello, Ino. Brought you lunch. No puppy, unfortunately, but hopefully the sticky buns will make up for that."

"Always busy, but yeah," she said, grinning at him, and glad to find her decision had been taken out of her hands. "Busier than normal, I guess. And I suppose lack of puppy can be made up with by sticky buns. I don't think puppy would taste good anyway."

Totally innocent. Really.

"She's hard to season, with all the squirming," he agreed with a prim smile.

"And then even if you get it on her, she licks it all off. Very difficult."

"And too cute to eat, really," she said, giggling and inspecting the bag he brought. "Kinda like the really artisticy cupcakes some people do. You feel bad eating them 'cause they're so adorable."

Or maybe that was just Ino.

"I am more for sturdy and appetizing presentation myself," he admitted with a nod.

"And yes, I suppose that and the fur are all that preserve her from the oven."

There was a small container of soup, a sandwich, a package of sticky buns, and a jar of cold, sweet green tea.

"Well," she said, pulling the soup and the tea out for the moment, "I kinda figured we'd have to get rid of the fur if we wanted to cook her. Because that'd be totally gross otherwise."

A beat.

"And your estimation of how much I can eat is a bit frightening," Ino observed, "though it'll keep so I guess supper is pretty much settled too. And you're awesome for bringing me food. Did I say that already? If I didn't, sorry, and thank you times, like, a million."

Because supper could totally be sticky buns and whatever else she felt like.

He laughed, just a little.

"Just doing my brotherly duty. And I brought so much since I wanted to make sure there'd be something in there you'd like."

"I like not cooking," she said lightly, trying the soup and humming a bit, "so I'm totally happy if people make me stuff. And you'd better keep on doing your brotherly duty 'cause, did you know, I'm down not one, but two brothers this semester? Both of my assigned ones went home."

And there were no words for how much that was unfun in Ino's opinion.

He winced.

Even if some small, selfish part of him was glad for it.

"Well, no worries on my front. I'm not about to go anywhere."

He leaned against the counter.

"How are you otherwise? Besides mocking my unfortunate state for the last few days."

"I would hope not," she said, and the meaning was real enough even though she said it flippantly. "And I've been busy with studying and practicing putting stuff into scrolls. It's going pretty well, I think."

"Putting stuff into scrolls?"

He wasn't quite sure what she could mean there.

She ate more soup before explaining. "It's something from my world," Ino said. "How we can carry 'round a lot more than our bodies are capable of. The scrolls I'm working with are about six inches long, and maybe an inch and a half in width when all rolled up. One scroll like that can hold..."

Ino pointed over to one of the shelves. "Everything on that shelf, and the one next to it." She was guessing, based on weight. But she wasn't too far off.

He blinked.

"Really? How does that work?"

She shrugged a bit. "Specially treated paper, blood, ink, chakra. That's 'bout as much as I'm technically allowed to tell you. But yeah, really."

He shook his head and even his shoulders a little.

"That's just... very very odd. But I suppose it'd be useful."

Ino was just going to be glad he seemed to have skipped over the 'blood' bit of that. Lalala.

"It is," she said, "even though I wouldn't use it in battle--weapons in that quantity aren't my thing."

"You never struck me as the type," he admitted as he pulled out a jar of tea for himself.

"Relying on something like that so heavily."

"It takes skill to use them," she admitted, "but my family isn't very weapons oriented in general. We carry a little more than the utter minimum regulated, but that's 'bout it."

"It makes sense to me, for what that's worth," he said thoughtfully.

"I probably shouldn't be as reliant on the broom as I am, but it's one of my," and he grinned at her, "mostly unique skills."

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