As the fight was broken up and the participants returned to their business, Apple crawled down from his defensive perch and back onto the common room floor. He licked a spare bit of pineapple from his lips before flopping his mouth back up on the table. 

Just in case. 

[color=#006666][b]“I think a magical food fight would be exciting,”[/b][/color] Mitch replied, interest piqued at Nathan's interest and Tatia's promise. Despite the flatness in her tone, she had some kind of sparkly, exciting-ness that made her seem like someone good to keep around. The perfect, "D'you think we could rob the pantry" sort of friend who propelled the action in good stories and made things a fantastically fun mess. 

As opposed to a not-fun-mess. Like when people went to jail. 

And Nolan, for his part, seemed just like the sort of person who could go along for not-jail-but-still-fun-mess sorts of things. Though, really.... There were not many ways to decide that. When the time came, she could find out. More importantly, he seemed far less gothy than any necromancer she had dreamed up. That is to say, Mitch did not think any self-respecting necrophile could get on board with Runes being cooler than raising the dead. 

Which, honestly, made him all the less scary.

[color=#006666][b]“And, you know, a food fight here is probably easy to clean up with water magic. Which is more interesting than Runes, by far. Which aren't, you know... Weel. A bit jack-of-all-trades. But I have to write it,”[/b][/color] she said, tracing the shape of a rune circle on the table, but leaving no mark behind. [color=#006666][b]“And, you know. Not write it wrong. And hope it isn't, you know...”[/b][/color] She picked up a strawberry and popped it into her mouth. [color=#006666][b]“Gotta hope it isn't going to kill me or something. So not as cool as wind and zombies and the like, honestly. OH! And someone has to trigger the rune. So a bit lame, really.”[/b][/color]

At the sound of a warm, oddly high male voice from the front of the room, Mitch piped down and scooter her chair to face the front of the room. 

Oddly enough, people seemed offended when you had your back to them. Even if your front was not much better at seeing. 

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