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Room 313, Monday afternoon

After classes, Jaina came back upstairs, closing her closet door against a pair of talking boots- talk about unethical treatment some more now- and decided she just had to go ahead and make the call home. It might be the weirdest question ever, but she'd volunteered to have it and really, this was something she might as well talk about anyway. Back to real life and all.

Besides, the look on her uncle's face when she explained that she needed to know a wedding ceremony- not for her- but so that he could officiate the marriage of his father to his 19-year-old girlfriend was pretty classic.

[Door's closed, post is open post-Luke trauma.]

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"I think you underestimate my ability to annoy."

Probably. "So that's how it's gonna be, huh?"

"Yup," he nodded.

Jaina pretended to consider this. "Or not..."

"I'm sure there's something I could do. Or not do..."

"Oh?" she asked, studying him.

"I'm trying to decide what hearing you sing could be worth giving up."

"Not much, trust me," she said.

"Then it wouldn't be worth it to you for me to give up anything, therefore causing you to sing."

She shook her head, trying to figure out where in that sentence she got lost. "Wait, what?"

"I could say no being nice until I hear singing."

Jaina stared at him. "You remember what I said about you underestimating my stubbornness?" she said. "You might want to rethink your last sentence."

"No, I'm good with it." He really didn't know about stubborn.

Hey, he'd started it. And maybe he'd learn a little something this way. She patted his knee and said, "Okay then."

"Good thing we've been practicing just sleeping this weekend," he pointed out.

"And there was something to break that up," she reminded him. "But that's okay, I'm sure it'll be fine."

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