It's a good thing we're not exchanging dares and favors, then. Surely it's a conflict of interest of the highest order, to have a professor doing my homework for me.
[Hopefully that will make her laugh, anyway. With the rice done, he starts getting together the things they'll need to properly fry it for the omurice.]
And I really can't think of anything I'd have you do, anyway. So I suppose I'd be a rather poor sport at that sort of wager.
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[Ah. She hesitates, then focuses a little too hard on the plate and spreading the rice out evenly.]
Well. I was fond of getting her to do things, yes. Hers were more along the lines of my doing her homework for her.
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[Hopefully that will make her laugh, anyway. With the rice done, he starts getting together the things they'll need to properly fry it for the omurice.]
And I really can't think of anything I'd have you do, anyway. So I suppose I'd be a rather poor sport at that sort of wager.
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Really? And here I thought you were far more creative than that.
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[Which is decidedly not worth laughing about, but it's earnest in its honesty.]
Would a game like that really serve as a distraction for you?
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[She finally meets his gaze.]
I was simply curious, that's all. Speaking more of in the hypothetical, not . . . not anything that we ought to do tonight.
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[Her face looks so wrong with gray eyes. It's such a slight and inconsequential change, except that somehow it still manages to change everything.]
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[A few seconds pass, and she smiles again: tiredly, yes, but fondly.]
Simply because you beat me in video games is no indication of how you'll fare now.
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I'm looking forward to matching wits with you.