Room 313- Tuesday morning and afternoon

[solo_sword]

The decision to move out of the dorms hadn't been a hard one at all. In fact, there were a surprising lot of reasons to get her own place rather than stay here. Jaina knew she'd probably have a lot of explaining to do when people were probably expecting her to leave altogether instead, but she still wasn't going to be here forever, and it wasn't like she was neglecting duties back home in order to do this, so she was confident enough in her decision. That was the important thing.

At the moment, Jaina was going through her room, packing up the very last of the things left there. There wasn't a ton, since a lot of what she'd felt like keeping had been sent off weeks ago, but she was also answering and returning messages in between doing things. Besides, for as much as packing wasn't a big deal, taking the pictures down from the wall felt a little weird, having gotten used to them being there. She was happy to be taking her time.


[Actually have some time to play today! Door and post open, with some SP later.]

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[solo_sword]

Oh, and now there was frowning. "I've tried. John and Mitch got experimented on more than once last year, and so far I've achieved pasta," she admitted. "I think I have to learn just for the principle of the thing now."

Jaina was just never trying spiceloaf. End of story.

[weetuskenraider]

"Because the Sword of the Jedi shouldn't be defeated by trying to make a salad?"

Tahiri was just going to grin at her in response. Hey, you grow up around Sand People in masks all the time, you miss out on this element of being a brat to quasi-relatives.

Yes, just step away from the spiceloaf, Jaina. Step. Away.

[solo_sword]

"I can make salad!" Jaina protested. "There is no cooking involved in salad."

[weetuskenraider]

"But there is a lot of assembling of vegetables. And sometimes cooked meat," Tahiri pointed out.

Any second now, she was going to cave and start laughing.

[solo_sword]

"Well, I'll just do without the cooked meat then," she decided. Especially since John had started talking about temperature of meat that one time and now she was sure she'd end up giving everyone food poisoning.

[weetuskenraider]

"From there, you know, it's just a step away from living off hubba gourds," Tahiri replied, at which point she couldn't keep from laughing any more. "Maybe I'll make a point of bringing you burgers once a week."

[solo_sword]

"I'd say you have an open invitation if it wasn't for all the laughing..." Despite the scowl, she was joking. Because come on, she'd probably need burger delivery.

[weetuskenraider]

"I can't help it that I have an easier time picturing you facing down half a dozen angry rancors singlehanded than making dinner," Tahiri replied innocently.

Seriously. Burger delivery.

[solo_sword]

"Facing down half a dozen angry rancors would be more exciting." This was true.

[weetuskenraider]

"But not as funny."

Did we mention Tahiri could be a brat?

[solo_sword]

"Just for that, you're coming over for dinner sometime," Jaina threatened. Yes, threatened.

[weetuskenraider]

And it was a potent threat.

". . . you wouldn't."

She probably would, though, wouldn't she?

[solo_sword]

Jaina folded her arms, mostly because it looked tougher. "You really think so?"

[weetuskenraider]

"Jaina Solo. Do you think you can scare me?" Tahiri asked, raising her eyebrows.

The answer was still more than likely yes, but shh.

Both answers, actually.

[solo_sword]

"I'd say if I can't, I'm doing something wrong," Jaina said honestly. Sword of the Jedi and all.

[weetuskenraider]

"Well, I hate to admit it --" no, she didn't, not really -- "but you're right about that. But," Tahiri said, "if I'm coming over for dinner, you're ordering in. Right?"

[solo_sword]

"Depends. We'll see how it goes," Jaina said vaguely. Again, she'd mastered throwing noodles in boiling water, if worse came to worse. And she could heat sauce from a jar.

Yes, she understood this was sad. It was why she kept trying at it.