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Who: Lightning Rod!11
Where: Lacerta!!11
When: Day 217, Afternoon!!11
What: !!!!1111one

[AFTER CHECKING ON DOLPHINS gosh this sure seems like a good time to go check on his FAAAAAAAAAVORITE LIZARDS--]

[only BAM. One second you see him running head first to their dorm, the next second he's bouncing waaay back into a pile of rocks]

[wat is this trickery \e_e/]

--what the heck was that?!

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[shakes his head. comes back with tea for both Allen and Lelouch]

You couldn't have helped it. And I'm better now.

I know. It's still terrible.

[accepts the tea, sighing]

Thank you very much.

[it's mint with a light citrus flavor to it. very pleasant.]

You're welcome.

... did you come to talk to Allen?

I didn't really come to talk to anybody in particular. You, Cobra, and Allen . . . I just wanted to visit.

[looks down at the tea]

—what's in this?

Cobra ... ah, he'll be glad to see you too.

Mint leaves and some of the new plant Allen found. It looks terrible, but it's basically like the peel of an orange all the way through. It's very good for flavoring things.

[ddducks his head, nodding a little]

Ah—

I'll ask . . . where to find it, unless you're keeping it a secret.

Allen should know. It's not really a secret, but you could still pay me back by sharing any new recipes you make with it.

Absolutely.

Ah, I should show you, I was experimenting with different ways to make different dough consistencies . . .

[totally rambling about that for a few minutes]

[rapt attention!!]

You can manage all that here?

There were a . . . lot of failed experiments.

Luckily, most of my team will eat anything.

I have Allen Walker. I think I'm okay there.

[laughs!]

You're set.

Yeah.

Do you still want to see the house ghost?

I do.

Up there.

[he points to a rather large and complicated-looking paper ward plastered to one of the eaves of the kitchen. if you had magical unicorn senses, it would be glowing faintly. the calligraphy is a bit messy, given the lack of proper brushes and ink, but serviceable. the japanese details Ash ("ten year old monster-trainer, black hair, Ophiuchus sub-team Uroboros" etc.) and calls for protection against him and only him.]

[I DO NOT HAVE MAGICAL UNICORN SENSES but I can read, and connect the dots]

. . . how otherworldly.

Mmm. Such a strange thing to discover in your kitchen.

How could it have possibly gotten there?

It is a mystery.

... ah, to be more serious about it ... I've been remembering a lot of magic lately.

I assumed it was something like that.

[. . . eying him a little]

[his posture is a hell of a lot more confident than you've ever seen him, but the difference isn't sharp enough to be a full-on personality change. something else...?]

What's wrong?

[will not comment]

Nothing.

If you're worried or something, it's all right. I feel fine.

I'll take your word for it.

[puzzled?? but nods]

Ah ... how is your team doing after the game...?