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Class had been way too funny and Ino was in a very snickery mood about the reminder of last year’s Halloween when she drifted down to the Perk for hot chocolate.

That was, okay, three quarters whipped cream. Shush.

Her amusement had a bit of a wistful tinge to it, though, as she thought that this time, one year later, about how things had changed. Just a bit of wistfulness, though. And sulkiness that her dad had called her home for a training session (who went home for a training session, geeeez?) and she'd missed seeing Reno.

But most of her was busy trying to remember what they’d done with the second Smoochy (she was pretty sure his tortured body was still living in her closet and wasn’t that a macabre-but-hilarious thought?) and if Tyler-sen--Mr. Durden--had ever noticed it had gone missing.

HMMM.

See Ino. See Ino plotting. Plot Ino, plot.

[Oooopen post! That Ino is Plotting Something is fine for broadcast, but anything dealing with Smoochy directly is NFB please!]

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A horse stopped outside the Perk, while it's rider came in to get a little something. He'd heard tell of something called a pumpkin latte and was intrigued.

~~He tried not to worry about the fact that the kid inside looked like they were plotting something.~~

"What's under all that whipped cream?" he asked Ino while he waited for his drink.

"Hot chocolate," she said, a dab of whipped cream on her nose. "But that's only 'cause they wouldn't give me just the whipped cream."

They were totally mean that way, geez.

"Hiii."

"They can be very picky about the whipped cream around here." Tully nodded. "Hi yourself. You a student up at the school?" ~~Mun has no idea if they've met already or not.~~

[They did, but it was eons ago! At the cliiiinic.]

"So they tell me for three years running," she said, grinning at him. "Ino, junior, all that jazz."

And now he thought he remembered her. "What are you studying?"

[Oh yeah! Sorry.]

"Peanut brittle?" Ino said innocently. "That was class today, anyway."

Best part was that it was truuue.

"And propaganda and infantry tactics for the rest of the week."

"Ah, the advanced classes." They didn't have propaganda classes in his high school. Unless you counted journalism. Which, he hadn't taken. "I'm a little curious about how peanut brittle would be useful in the outside world."

"It's tasty," she pointed out. "Totally useful as bribery."

Ino was not allowed to come up with reasons for things on her own, no. And, okay, propaganda was called World Wars in the Media but that wasn't nearly so snappy.

"Don't you think so?"

"I can see how that would work. Unless the person your bribing can't handle hard things like that."

"Then you beat them over the head and take what you want anyway," Ino said off-handedly.

She was maybe teasing. Maybe.

Tully was going to go with the assumption that she was. "With the peanut brittle?" It sounded workable to him. It was hard stuff.

"No way!" Ino laughed. "You keep the peanut brittle for yourself then and whack 'em with your fist or something! No need to ruin perfectly good candy like that."

"If the peanut brittle is too big for you, then that could help break it down into eatable bits."

"Ewwww. What if they had greasy hair?" Ewwww. Ino was going to eat some whipped cream to try and forget about that idea. "A hammer is way more sanitary."

"As long as you remember to wash the hammer after using it for more conventional things."

"I don't much use a hammer," she said easily. "I bet it'd totally be clean enough to bother with shattering candy."

"I wouldn't be surprised if there were hammers made specially for that purpose." There should be anyway.

"Maybe?" she laughed. "But I don't eat enough of it to know for sure!"

"It could be useful for other foods too. Breaking up ice, rock hard cookies..."

"I wouldn't be eating a cookie that was that hard," she said dubiously. "I'd think it'd belong in the garbage, then."

"Okay good point." He finally got his latte. "Ever have a pumpkin latte?"

"Nope!" she answered brightly. "I'm not really here for the, uh, drinks, you know?"

He wasn't sure what she meant actually. "I was hoping you could tell me what I'm in for. Are you meeting someone?"

"Not really expecting anyone," she said, giving a shrug at that. "And sorry, but I'm mostly in it for the sugar and pumpkin ain't sugar."

"Oh." Tully laughed. "Yeah okay I understand that. Hot chocolate with whipped cream is a good source for that this time of year."

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