Jinny, completely unaware that she had shut down her newly minted father’s brain for about 12 seconds, continued to talk with her lunch buddies.

She too, peered over at the very large student. “Mammoth. Interesting. I hope he doesn’t, like… accidentally sit on you or something.” Honestly, he looked like he could pick her up and throw her like a football if he had the inclination. Which was just the slightest bit scary to her, actually. Human sized foes? No problem. This guy? Maybe a problem.

Jinny peered at the dorm layout, then snagged one of the paper napkins and a pen from her bag. She sketched a very rough copy of the floor plan, marking where she figured things were going to go. “Kitchens, huh? I can’t cook much. I mean, I can start, but it’s the end product that’s always a problem.” How many times had she left a pot on the stove to go to something else ‘for 5 minutes’ and come back in 50 to a smoking mess? Slade had quickly banned her from the stove without direct supervision, lest she burn down the house.

“Maybe this place will have a secret midnight fridge full of snacks that I can eat whenever I want.” While she was full now, she still wanted to snag something for later. If she was going to be moving in, she might need some fuel.

“I don’t care where they put me, really. I’m more wondering [i]who[/i] I’ll end up with. Hopefully someone who won’t go through my stuff or is super messy.” Jin was actually oddly organized, considering how her brain worked. Her own spaces, especially where she built her projects, were neat and clean at all times. Blueprints and instructions were in labeled binders. It helped to keep her mind from running off the rails.

Lunch was over sooner than Jinny wanted to. She would have gladly stayed and talked for hours. “Guess I’ve gotta move into my room now. But I’ll see you guys in class!” Heading off with a broad grin, she could have skipped back to the office. But she wouldn’t. Even if she really wanted to.

She entered the office and looked around,her mid-text still floating in the back of her mind. He had not acknowledged anything significant in her reply, and she was somewhat worried about it. Maybe he’d ignore the whole thing.

“Is the paperwork all done?”