The Perk, Sunday Late Morning

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Ino was bored.

Bored bored bored! Which was why, of course, she wound up at the Perk and talked them into giving her whipped cream with a little bit of hot chocolate. They barely even put up a fight this time about it! Ino was impressed.

… She thought she might've just worn them down, really, if she was being honest.

So now Ino was going to take her not-really-a-drink and flop down in a chair over by the windows so she could peer outside at people. And settle down to see what she could 'sculpt' with her whipped cream, a spoon, and a stir stick.

Curing boredom, clearly, meant she had to be inventive. And no, Ino did not particularly care that she was closer to seventeen than seven.

She was totally allowed to play with her food.

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Kitty hadn't been in the mood for like real coffee or anything, but something like a frappucino couldn't hurt. So after getting hers from the counter and on her way to the door, she noticed Ino. "New form of art?" she guessed.

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Ino grinned at her.

"Do you like it?" It looked vaguely like a snowman, that being the easiest thing to attempt with whipped cream.

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Kitty tilted her head as if studying it for critique, then decided, "I really do. How much whipped cream do you have in there?" She looked at her own cup, woefully under-whipped-creamed in comparison. Granted, she'd actually come here for something to drink, not sculpt.

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Ino glanced thoughtfully at her cup.

"I think I have maybe an inch of hot chocolate," she said finally. "The rest is whipped cream."

Which was rather terrifying considering Ino had ordered an extra large hot chocolate.

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"Just for the artwork?" she asked curiously. The thought had never occurred to her.

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"And for drinking!" Eating? "But mostly for the artwork right now. I was bored," Ino explained, eyes amused.

"You wanna sit?"

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"Sure, thanks," she said, taking a seat. "I'm starting to think like writing Emails and stuff when I'm bored is unoriginal."

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"If I did that," Ino laughed, "my e-mail would just be 'I am bored! Entertain me!' and that wouldn't really help, I don't think? Are yours more thrilling?"

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"Longer. Like a lot longer," Kitty said. "Depending on who it's to, I could probably fill up like a whole afternoon adding new stuff in, and then sending texts telling them to Email me back already."

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"How do you find so much to talk about?" she asked, poking at her snowman with her stir stick.

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"I don't know. It's just all kind of there, I guess. Like everyone I'd talk to is so far away, so I can tell them all about what goes on here. The fact that laundry attacked means there's a lot to explain, you know? And I always have like a billion questions about what's going on on their side of things." And when X-Men popped up from other realities, that kept conversation going.

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"Get much laundry?" she teased. It was funny now that it wasn't happening. "They think you're telling lies ever? I know a lot of people have that problem."

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"I get a lot of 'no, really?' and stuff like that," she said. "I didn't get too much, but I think waking up with a shirt like trying to smother you is enough. Did you get a lot?"

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You know what someone as over-enthusiastic about everything in the universe, ever, really needs?

Coffee! And those cookies that are really really hard until you let them soak in the coffee for a little bit! And maybe some chocolate-mint flavor shots for the coffee, too!

Yeah. Zack walking into The Perk always seemed a little bit like the beginning of the end, didn't it?

"Hey!"

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"Hey!" she chirped back, looking up from her cup of whipped cream. "What're you doing here?"

But hey, if the end of the world was nigh, she was going to greet it with a smile.

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"I needed coffee," Zack laughed.

Because he totally needed coffee. Really. You could tell by how he was always bouncy.

"And the cabins are kind of getting stuffy, so I figured a change of scenery couldn't hurt at all." He held up a finger, and then placed his order. The barista that he gave it to looked decidedly nervous about it, but didn't argue. "And I figured, hey, people hang out in coffee shops, right?"

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She didn't even blink at him ordering coffee. Him ordering coffee was one thing. Him drinking booze was by far the more alarming thing from Ino's perspective.

Him hyper was less scary than him declaring he loved everyone.

"I'm a people," she said, eyes wide. "And lookit that, I'm here all hanging out."

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"Then that works out nicely!"

He gave a little grin to the girl at the counter, paid the cost of the coffee with American money and dropped one gil into the tip jar, and then made his way to Ino's corner of the world with his coffee in one hand and a chocolate-dipped biscotti in the other. "So, how's today treating you so far?"

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"I think Kitty and I declared war on the sock eater in the dryer," she said, contemplating that. "And I have whipped cream?"

Nom nom nom!

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"There's a sock eater in the dryer?"

The things that a person could learn over coffee!

"And that whipped cream looks good," he added a moment later. "Do you suppose they'll give me some if I go up and ask?"

They would if he used the puppy face. He was a master of the puppy face.

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"You can have some of mine," she said generously. Since she was mostly playing with it. "And, we think there is, but we have to check to make sure."

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Zack flashed her a grin and held his mug out her way. Hey, she'd offered! Score!

"You know, I'm pretty good at finding monsters, when there are monsters to be found," he offered.

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She was going to use that spoon of hers to drop a generous portion of her whipped cream sculpture in his drink. There you go Zack, have a whipped cream snowman oozing over the top of your coffee.

"I think your sword might be overkill," she teased, sitting back. "Considering we're thinkin' hampers and dryer sheets."

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Yes, but Zack's sword was overkill nine times out of ten!

"I can totally wield a damp towel with deadly accuracy," Zack announced, entirely too proudly as he peeled off his glove, stuck his finger in the whipped cream, and then from there into his mouth. "It's a handy skill to have when hunting sock-monsters and when stuck in the locker room after sweaty SOLDIER training sessions."

Wasn't that a nice mental image, Ino?

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Ino was just going to take a moment to picture that and colour ever so slightly.

"I'll think about it," she said primly. "You're a lot more intimidating lookin' than me or Kitty are though. You might scare them into hiding."

Scare the socks into hiding, yes.