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[deathsdoctor]

[In light of recent developements... namely Mister Strawhat declaring war more or less on Yuber and Nu, the normal routine has been shaken up slightly.

He's up on the roof of CH2 for his morning warmup longer than usual... just concentrating on movement and manipulation of filial magic. The tenseness just doesn't leave... nor does the feeling of restlessness. Anyone coming to the roof will likely catch him there until a nagging sense of time compels him downstairs to make breakfast.

Breakfast and a meeting of sorts. Though it's entirely unsuprising to him this has happened (and would be to Bepo, as he informed him of what occured on the draft), still this is something that has to be discussed. He begins frying up steak and eggs, and puts the coffee on.

Today, like so many days, he's going to be living on it.

Then he sharpens his sword, and heads out to town to gauge the mood and learn what can be learned. Just hanging around, watching. For those of you who know he was in charge of the Medical center during the draft (and therefore probably knows something about what went on), feel free to bug him for details about the circumstances that lead to Nu being pummeled into the fountain. He will likely not give many, but, who knows?

Depending on who you are, you may end up with a better grasp on the events that led up to this.]

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[markofthebrave]

[She was eight and... a different person at the time. Long story. But she nods.]

I will. [A quick grin.] I know I'm not fast enough to take down a teleporter on my own. If I have to call for help and run away, I will.

[Assuming, of course, that she's not trying to protect anyone.] Thank you for the head's up.

[deathsdoctor]

[A quiet smile.]

Think nothing of it, Katara.

[markofthebrave]

[That smile makes her feel like she should have something - be something - say something to return it. But she doesn't have anything to do or be or say.

Except a smile in return, however tinged with appreciation it is, and the bag in her hand. In fact, she brightens a little with a child-like excitement.]

Want to try a bear claw? [Shifting through the bag right now.] Temari just introduced me to them. They're really good! And... not actually bear claws at all.

[She finds what she's looking for and holds out the pastry, still wrapped in wax paper.]

[deathsdoctor]

Bear Cla--? [Breaking out into chuckles.] Oh. Oh. That's, heh, good. I was wondering for a moment.

[Silly of him. His mind had flown to actual bear claws for a moment.]

Sure.

[He takes it and takes a bite. Mmm... not too sweet this pastry. Yum.

But just one. He and bread products don't really mix.]

[markofthebrave]

[Well, what's she going to do with a partially eaten pastry?]

I like the almond flavor. I just got it so we could try something different.

[Super serious conversation to pastry, and they don't even blink.]

[deathsdoctor]

[Ah, he meant have only one pastry. Which he's going to finish neatly... but not neatly enough to escape crumbs stuck in his goatee...]

Mmm... it's very good.

[markofthebrave]

[Katara smiles and brushes at her chin a few times to give him a hint.]

They're from the bakery. Regal makes them! I think he did a really nice job. I'd never even seen half the stuff he makes.

[She doesn't really like most sweet things, herself, and so she'll walk in there and not even know where to start.]