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[ahappylie]

Cakes and pies.

Are amazing.

[After his discussion with Jade about cakes and pies, Okita decided to try some. Like two of each. He's on a pretty intense sugar-rush and will be bouncing around House 50 and all over the village to try and work out the extra energy.

Feel free to run into him and wonder why this grown adult is giggling at nothing or playing with just about anything he finds.]

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[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

Well, I know that, silly! I didn't have much though. Is there more sugar in cakes than manju?

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[sacrificemyself.livejournal.com]

I might be able to answer that if I knew what manju was....

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[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

Pounded rice over sweet bean.

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[sacrificemyself.livejournal.com]

... that doesn't sound appealing at all.

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[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

I'll let you try one! They're really good. I promise!

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[sacrificemyself.livejournal.com]

Do they look weird? I don't put food in my mouth if it looks weird.

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[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

Not at all. They look quite a bit like little cakes.

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[sacrificemyself.livejournal.com]

How can rice and beans look like cake? Those are on two totally different ends of the food spectrum.

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[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

Well, not like these cakes, but they're little buns. Like that! They're good.

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[sacrificemyself.livejournal.com]

Uh-huh. I'll take your word for it.

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[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

You really should try one~

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[sacrificemyself.livejournal.com]

I'll keep that in mind.

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[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

In fact, where are you? I can bring you some!

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[sacrificemyself.livejournal.com]

... House 26. But really, it's not something I'm dying to try.

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[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

Great! I'll be over soon. I'm at number 50 now. It's so weird to be in a house after living in an apartment for so long.

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[sacrificemyself.livejournal.com]

Er... all right. I guess I'll be out on the porch, then.

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[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

Trust me~ They're quite good!

[And a flutter of activity before he bounces out the door. He arrives at the house about twenty minutes later, having gotten distracted along the way.]

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[sacrificemyself.livejournal.com]

[Ron's gotten himself caught up with doodling in his journal, from random designs to fairly well thought-out scenes of what looks to be some sport played on broomsticks. He'll be oblivious to anyone's presence for a bit, given his natural obliviousness in such matters.]

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[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

[Okita comes up and sees the redhead on his porch, engaged in something, so he walks up quietly, trying to get a peek at what he's doing. It takes some maneuvering, but eventually he gets into a position where he can somewhat see the drawings.]

Is that a sport?

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[sacrificemyself.livejournal.com]

[Saying that Ron isn't one of the most observant people in the world would be an understatement of monumental proportions. So he starts a bit at the sight of an unfamiliar man suddenly standing relatively closeby.]

What? Oh, uh, yeah. It's Quidditch.

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[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

[He smiles and tilts his head.]

It's a game played with brooms?

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[sacrificemyself.livejournal.com]

[He scratches at his temple with his pen,]

Yeah, that's pretty much it. Brooms and Bludgers and goalposts and the like.

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[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

....bludgers? [And for that matter, goalposts?]

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[sacrificemyself.livejournal.com]

Er... balls, sort of. Round-ish things that you hit with clubs.

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[ahappylie.livejournal.com]

Oh. I see.

[Sort of. He leans in a little closer to see the pictures.]

That seems so interesting. Do you play?