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Should she eat the cookie? Albus really wouldn't have given her the one he had already tried eating, would he?...no, of course he totally would. The thought made Isobel's face flush red - argh this damn stupid idiot always getting her confused like this. Ever since their first misadventure he'd been like this. She'd eat it later. Alone. Yep. She didn't want Albus trying to tease her any more.

[color=chocolate]"Ah watch-!"[/color] Before she could say anything though, Albus had already fallen face first onto the ground. What was even [s]better[/s] worse was a sudden gust of wind just had to pick up, showing off Albus' underwear to everyone. Well. Underwear and everything else that entailed.

[color=chocolate]"You dummy! Wear longer skirts if you're gonna be a klutz! Nobody wants to see that!"[/color] Isobel shouted with a slightly exasperated look before shooting a glare over to Allie as if saying 'forget what you saw.' Before she could say anything though, Albus had taken her head and was pulling her along towards breakfast. Grarves, meanwhile gave a few bwarks of excitement before attempting to follow after, only to catch sight of his tail in the corner of his vision, before starting to attempt chasing it. So the dragon was now running in a circle outside the cafeteria until it was unsummoned.

Before long they had arrived at the cafeteria, Isobel piling her own plate with a heap of various meats. Sausages, eggs, a few freshly cooked hams, some Bacon, and somewhat oddly - a few pieces of mutton. That is, sheep.

She took a seat across from Albus.

[color=chocolate]"Aaaah, man I really don't wanna go to Vorrus' class tonight."[/color] She complained, chewing on the piece of sheep. 
[color=chocolate]"Crotchety old man's always gettin' on my case about my 'tardiness' or some other stuff."[/color] After complaining a bit, Isobel returned to a more upbeat expression as she gave Albus an excitable grin. 
[color=chocolate]"Hey, got any plans for third session? Rutul needs a sparring partner."[/color]

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[color=a187be]"Agreed. Perhaps some sort of wind instrument could help, here. A flute or some such, for example."[/color] Livia replied with a sip of her tea. Hm. Perhaps she should make the instrument herself? Wouldn't be too hard - she had conversed with Floofel quite a bit on the subject, or at least insisted she listen to the moth creature's native tongue many times. She had almost memorized a number of sounds she could make.

[color=a187be]"E-eva?!"[/color] Lost in her thoughts, Livia didn't react fast enough as she force fed Nettle a forkful of pancake. She almost spit up some of her tea. Thankfully it seemed like Nettle hadn't taken too much offense to it, and simply gave her verdict on the food, much to Livia's relief. [color=a187be]"Eva, dear, you can't just force feed people food."[/color] She sighed, setting down her teacup. [color=a187be]"I apologize for my sister again, Nettle..."[/color] Livia watched the string of events play through, even some other summons stealing a bite from Nettle Soup Bowl. Really. Some people had no control over their summons.

Well, not her problem so she didn't say anything. Seemed like Nettle was fine with it so she had nothing to say on it.

[color=a187be]"Mhm, Eva. For First session I'll be spending a bit of time in the library. Will you be coming with me or...?"[/color]