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[color=4169e1]"Wha-"

[i]There's no crafting glue, it's cement![/i][/color]

The rest clicked about point five seconds after her indignation, so she wolfed down the rest of her cereal in a couple of bites and drained the bowl of Musashino. Bowl in sink, technically [i]dropped[/i], though it was only a hair short of thrown (it was plastic, wasn't going to hurt it anyway) and the Japanese girl was in motion. Three minutes wasn't a lot of time, not when she hadn't even picked what she was going to wear yet. He might not have [i]literally[/i] meant three minutes, but it was just as possible that he was timing her. Could go either way, depending on the day. And as much as the Exia called....

Nope, staying in all day wasn't the plan. 

So, bare minimum prep time. Morning in August, it wasn't all the war warm yet. Might want something with sleeves. Her white jacket. Red top? She wore blue yesterday, might as well go red. Not the bright red, that was reserved for Chars. Maybe the Sinanju red, though... That'd work. And the navy skirt. Same boots as yesterday, still scuffed ([color=4169e1]Damned A-LAW.[/color]), would work just fine. So Umeko was changing almost as soon as she reached the room, shedding her make-shift pajamas in favor of the articles she'd carefully selected from her closet. Time was a-ticking, even though she knew she'd hear it if he tried to leave before she was ready. He could be surprisingly sneaky, when he wanted to be, but he couldn't disguise the door's sound. She'd catch up to him if he tried, and she'd be grumpy. He knew better.

Getting dressed took but a minute, and she walked back out of the bedroom smoothing her skirt and slipping on her jacket inside (if narrowly) the three minute deadline. Ha. So there.

[color=4169e1]"No such luck, Brennan,"[/color] She intoned, adding what sounded like an extra syllable to the beginning of his name. [color=4169e1]"Not letting you do the shopping unsupervised. Let's go."[/color]