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Once, in days long past, Rebekah thought Dana's blunt choices of words stemmed from a middling grasp of the language. She knew better now.

Blue eyes rolled just a touch and her mouth quirked up in a faint smile while her fingers deftly plucked the bra out of the air. Dana's remarks didn't get more of a response, beyond an index finger pushing the glasses on her face back up her nose. If she was going to be a brat with them they were at least going to sit right on her face.

But the message was still received. So the Daughter of Athena began to run through her wardrobe, marking the precious seconds with quick corrections to her hair. She had gone through the whole process earlier in the morning, now she just had to undo the slight imperfections that flopping back down in frustration had induced. Then came donning her bra, and by then she had a plan. Contrary to Dana's opinions, she [i]did[/i] have clothes that hadn't been purchased second hand. It was just funny to bother her with them. But in the spirit of humoring her and in looking good for breakfast she fished a black v-neck out of her drawers and pulled it on, exchanging her pajama pants for jeans only a few moments later. Shoes for class could wait. 

[color=cadetblue]"Come on, if we don't hurry the piranhas will have eaten all of your bother's cooking already."[/color] She grinned just a little. [color=cadetblue]"Ready?"[/color]