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[color=tomato]"Sweets? I don't need no stinkin' sweets!”[/color] 

[color=888888]— Suki Oyama[/color][/center]

While everything was cooking, boiling, or heating up, Suki was making a list of the ingredients she used. Her little yellow notepad was opened to a page titled “InGriEdIanZ” with a lot of neat writing just below it. Even if this was something of a “stay in” dinner, it wasn’t unreasonable to expect Rei and Willow to cover the cost. To this end, they would need to know what was used and how much. Some may wonder why Suki didn’t just look at her recipe to determine this, but that was because it technically didn’t exist. Suki did not prepare meals like a chemist. You’d never catch her peeking into a cookbook or busting out measuring cups. She operated entirely by feeling alone. Some would say she lacked consistency, but Suki believed this gave all of her dishes a unique personality. No two meals were ever the same.

She looked up from her list when she noticed a light turn on in the dining room. In addition to an outdoor seating area, the kitchen had a dining room that bordered one of the counters. Everyone could have come inside, but they were less likely to be noticed if they had their little party outside. Suki fully expected one of her "room mates" to wander into the kitchen and grab something from the fridge. But that wasn't who she saw sitting down across from her. 

Suki committed a lot of faces to memory, but [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/802711480356175906/1166867864171581501/Misoka.png?ex=654c0d62&is=65399862&hm=53679eee5b3ca5c31ca4ebe252ffc2f12bd8fd2d575eb15a23568aadf5501bfb&]Misoka[/url] was one of the easier ones to remember. She was the most prestigious girl in Suki’s class, and possibly the school. She always got full marks on her tests, outperformed everyone in her class during sport events, got along with everyone, and was considered one of the most beautiful girls in school. Bringing up Misoka’s name would always lift the mood. 

Unless you brought it up with Suki. 

She just seemed so fake! Anybody who receives that much admiration is a liar. Her boobs were too big to be real. Her kindness had to be a front. That ‘admiral’ style sailor outfit she wore was pretentious enough to belong to a light girl. But Suki had looked into it and she was [i]definitely[/i] normal. But worst of all, she was always happy [i]unless[/i] she was looking at Suki. Then she’d look like a deer caught in the headlights. As the case was now while they stared at each other. They would continue to do this until a third party stepped between them; A girl with lavender hair and an oversized t-shirt. Like Misoka, her face was also easy to remember.

[color=tomato]"Aria?”[/color] 

Suki didn’t have many friends, but [url=https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1089216474998128771/1140267863995842630/AriaIMG.png?ex=65479133&is=65351c33&hm=4c5089128ffbf679170d4a1ebb3a03f857d02b3601e5bfdb7b276f4abe1f2057&]Aria[/url] was a girl she would occasionally talk to. She visited Japan a few times a year and had a monthly instant message convo with Suki. It would be fair to say that Aria’s distance from Suki enabled her to be friends with her. 

[color=e3bbc6]”Hey Suki. I thought I might find you around here.”[/color] She pointed over her shoulder. [color=e3bbc6]”I got talking to Misoka and realized you guys were classmates! Who knew? I talked her into coming here to hand out some goodies to you guys! It wasn't hard though, I guess she does stuff like this a lot. She baked a little too much though. I told her to eat a few, but she’s not buying the whole ‘it’ll go straight to your breasts’ thing.”[/color]

Suki folded her arms. [color=tomato]"I think those are big enough anyway.”[/color] 

[color=e3bbc6]”Yea, but you and I could use ‘em.”[/color] She took a plate filled with confections and placed it in front of Suki. [color=e3bbc6]”Sadly, I’m diabetic. But if you want to get stacked you can eat as much as you like. You [i]are[/i] one of the residents here. She practically made these for you.”[/color] Aria gave the plate one last nudge before folding her hands behind her back.

Suki’s gaze fell on the baked goods. It was a trove of treats, all with vivid colors. The cupcakes were topped with Icing flowers and real fruit. The jam on the cookies glistened like a frozen lake. Large grains of sugar sparkled like fresh snow. But in the middle of everything was what looked like a small Christmas cake. Not unlike the kind you might get at KFC in December. It was just big enough to share or, if she was having a bad day, she could eat the whole thing herself. 

She took a puff from her cigarette. [color=tomato]"Those things are loaded with artificial colors. That could give me cancer.”[/color]

[color=e3bbc6]”Maybe your friends are less concerned with their health?”[/color] Aria had stepped around the counter to look outside.

[color=tomato]"They have all the soda they could ever drink and an ice chest full of popsicles. I’d rather they get rid of that stuff first.”[/color]

Aria was only half listening to Suki. She watched the Detention club go about its business before pulling a camera out of her pocket. [color=e3bbc6]”Speaking of artificial colors…”[/color] She snapped a picture.

[color=tomato]"H-Hey! What are you doing?”[/color] Suki rushed over to Aria, who was all too happy to show her the picture she took. 

[color=e3bbc6]”I just snapped a picture of that cosplayer. See?”[/color] She showed Suki her picture of Nyxia, who was shouting at an off-screen Willow. [color=e3bbc6]”That gun looks really snazzy, and not many girls are willing to dye their skin. That’s not a low effort costume like ‘bunny girl in a leotard’ or ‘character X, but in a bikini.’ No, this actually looks impressive.”[/color]

[color=tomato]"You’re into costumes?”[/color] 

[color=e3bbc6]”Not exactly.”[/color] Aria put away her camera. [color=e3bbc6]”I’m more of a nature photographer, as a hobby of course. But there’s an acquaintance of mine that likes to take pictures of people like that, so I figured why not? Might give us something to talk about. Anyway, don’t wanna interrupt whatever you’re doing here.”[/color] She stepped back into the dining room and pointed at the plate full of baked goodness. [color=e3bbc6]”I need to wake up early tomorrow to catch my flight. If you really don’t want to eat anything, just stick ‘em in the fridge. They were just made a few hours ago so they should still be fresh.”[/color] Aria nodded at Misoka and the two walked out of sight.

The plate of cookies remained on the counter. The fridge was a relatively short walk from the counter, but there was a garbage can at the other end that had been recently emptied. Suki looked at both options, sighed, and moved the plate into the fridge.