Spree Living Room, Sunday Afternoon

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What was a rich guy to do when he was stupidly bored, making faces at the fact that his normally four-person cabin was down to two and a hedgehog, and wanted to get his hands on something to help take the edge off?

Well, the cabins were named after candy, after all. And, while Warren had never really had the chance to indulge in, say, certain brand-names of candy while growing up, there was nothing keeping him from doing so now, right?

In spades?

Look, he had no frame of reference for things like, 'that is way too much money to spend on way too much candy.'

And that was why he was carrying a case of Spree into his cabin today. He'd been inspired.

This could only end in stomach ache.

[For the cabinmate! Unless you have some reason to be in Spree!]

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Warren glanced up from important candy-overload issues, offering Raven a twitch of a smile.

"Hey there. Can I help you?" A pause, and then he looked at the case in front of him. "Candy?"

Take some. Please.

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"You have a case of candy," Raven noted, momentarily distracted and stating the obvious. "Did all the cabins come with them?"

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"They didn't," Warren replied, leaning forward to stare into the box. They had a long way to go before it would even approach being empty, apparently. "I just sort of went out and bought this on a whim."

[trigons_child]

"Oh, that is what Spree is?" Raven said, stepping inside to peer into the box. "I am unfamiliar with most of these candies the cabins are named for."

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"To be honest, so am I," admitted Warren as he pulled out a tube of the candy and held it out Raven's way. "I didn't exactly grow up in a candy-friendly household. Mine was more the 'eat your broccoli before you can have your spinach' type."

[trigons_child]

"Thank you," Raven said, turning the tube over in her hands and inspecting it. "I will have to try some later. But the reason I am here is because I wished to speak to you."

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"To speak with me?" That got him blinking, yes. "Me, me? This isn't a Magic Reserve leader house-call, then?"

Believe it or not, Warren, sometimes people did swing by places with you in mind, yes. You were exactly one-half of the human population of this cabin at present, after all.

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"This has nothing to do with magic or the reserves," Raven said, shaking her head. "I wanted to speak to you about...you had a date with Karla."

Subtle, Raven, subtle.

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"Oh." He tilted his head a little at that. Wow, word got around, around here, didn't it? "I did, yeah. On Friday."

A pause.

"We had curry."

Because that was important to note, here.

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"Curry?" Raven repeated. She wasn't sure what that was. "Is that a term for some sort of physical act?"

If Kennedy-the-hedgehog was still in the room, she was probably thinking GOD, Raven.

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"No?"

GOD, Raven!

"It's a spicy dish, served with rice." And now Warren was attempting to picture the sort of physical act that could possibly be called 'curry.' He fully suspected that whatever it was, it was most likely to be found within the pages of the Kama Sutra. "There weren't any 'physical acts.' And if there were any, I wouldn't just announce them."

[trigons_child]

"Oh!" Raven said. The more you know. "We do not have spicy foods in Azarath, so I was not certain what that term meant. Food, I see."

She fiddled with the Spree tube for a moment. "Karla is very dear to me," she said. "I merely wished to know that she was treated well."

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"I like her entirely too much to want to treat her any way but well," Warren replied, and honestly, in spite of the sugar buzz that had him bouncing one knee anxiously as he spoke. "You don't have to worry about me... pushing, or anything like that."

[trigons_child]

"Good," Raven said, taking that in as she sifted through the emotions she was picking up. "I am pleased to hear that." Well, kind of.

"So you intend to spent more time with her?" she asked.

Raven still had a lot to learn about social graces.

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Yeah, Warren was starting to figure out that part. But at least she wasn't trying to look more intimidating than she really was, while she was at it.

Warren smiled faintly, reminding himself that here and now was probably a bad time to be amused at Morton's expense.

"I would like to," he admitted, instead. "If she'd like to spend more time with me, too."

[trigons_child]

"She does like you," Raven said. Or else she wouldn't be here, would she?

And Karla was probably going to kill her for that comment.

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"Yeah?"

Warren, do you really have to ask about this, in light of all the flirting that you do?

"I'm not... messing anything up, or anything, that she's mentioned at all?"

He was kind of new to this dating thing, was all.

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"We have not spoken since Friday morning in class," Raven said, "but I am certain we will be discussing it soon." Pause. "As girls do." And not because she was going to be pouncing on Karla for details or anything. Really!

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"As girls do," Warren echoed, nodding as though he actually understood these things.

It was a sad fact of life that everything that he knew about what girls did, he'd learned from watching television. So he was going to take Raven's word for it, just this once.

Because, truth be told, if Bobby had been around? He totally would have run to him to tell him about most of the date, too. "For all I know, you'll be back again later to give me a stern lecture about how to treat a lady, after all."

[trigons_child]

"Perhaps, though I suspect if she were truly displeased she would tell you herself," Raven said. "She is not one to remain silent. But if she were ever insulted, yes, I would have to do something."

She wasn't trying to make any sort of threat. It was just the truth. Only "do something" for Raven would probably be a stern scolding.

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Warren didn't tend to fare well in the face of a stern scolding, so that would work out nicely in Raven's favor, at least!

"Well," he mused, "it's a very good thing that I have no intention of insulting her."

[trigons_child]

"I can tell," Raven said simply. "I am an empath, after all."

And this really wasn't helping her sort out how she felt, dammit.

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"Right," Warren replied, blinking. "Empathy. So... you would have known my answers no matter what I told you, right?"

This didn't mean that he was going to start making a game out of lying, but it was kind of an intriguing power, he had to admit.

"That must be useful."

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"There are some people who are able to shield themselves from me, so I cannot read their feelings," Raven said with a tiny shrug. Stupid Jedi. "Though I do not make it a habit of eavesdropping on the emotions of others. That would be rude."

Unless someone was in pain. Then their emotions and injuries were totally her business, thank you very much.

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"Rude unless you're asking somebody how they'll treat a friend of yours," Warren noted wryly. At least there was a smile to that. For as hypocritical as that statement seemed to him so quickly after she admitted that she could tell that he had good intentions, he kind of... appreciated it, too. That there were people who were looking out for Karla's well-being, and all.

"You're not going to make a habit of grilling me over how I feel about Karla, I hope? It's not likely to change any time soon."