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Who: Haruka+Anyone (feel free to jump in and make subthreads across time and space!)
Where: Home Ec Room+Near Entrace
When: Wed April 19th (after school) and Saturday April 22nd (during lunch)
What: Drama Club spreads sugary goodness

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'DRAMA CLUB PRACTICES ARE SUSPENDED THIS WEEK FOR FUNDING SCHEMES AND BEGGARY' read the notice on the drama room door.

Instead, the members of the drama club were prepping for the bake sale planned for Saturday. After some wheedling with the Home Ec club for permission to use the room and even more wheedling to be allowed to put up ads and set up a table during lunch, things were well underway.

A few club members had already finished their contributions and were gone, leaving a boy who had to start over when he burned his batch (the smell wafting outside the open door), two girl who were spending more time talking than doing work, and Haruka. Haruka had her tablet on the counter, settled on a recipe for caramel chocolate cake, while she worked, taking her time as she went through each step. The kitchen station she was at was fairly standard so she didn't have much problem navigating but it was nice to not have to maneuver around people or fight for space anymore.

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Mirai's lips pursed. He was standing before the counter, hovering over it as he pushed his hair away from his face. They sprang out annoyingly from behind his ear - which made him even more annoyed, and so to calm down he began twirling it around his right finger. Half a pocky stick was held like a vintage ladies' pipe; balanced between his left thumb and forefinger.

If Miyume was quick enough, she would have seen a rather mischievous smile on his face. Then he was smiling at her. He was taking one of the cakes from the stall - without permission - and handing it over.

"I come bearing gifts."

"Oh, Shikata-san, right? Wow, it looks like you all did a lot of work on these."

Kisa, meanwhile, had a 1000-yen bill to offer for the short stack of cookies she picked up. It was a good cause, she figured, and everything did look quite tasty. Plus she didn't have a lot of expenditures these days.

"I hope it's paying off for you."

Well, this was awkward. Mirai had stolen a cake she'd contributed to the bake sale to give to her and the nice senpai Miyume found herself not wanting to disappoint had shown up to buy cookies. And she hadn't even opened her bento yet.

Also, Miyume's ability to speak or even think at all had seemed to vanish entirely. She sat there, completely frozen, not even blinking.

Haruka tilted her head in Hazama's direction for a moment, listening to the sudden stillness before saying with a smile, "Thanks for grabbing lunch. Should go great with the cake?"

Turning her head towards the new female voice, she looked bemused. However, she replied easily, "Yep. Hours in the kitchen, fighting the home ec hordes, braving the cold for the perfect caramel base. Think they turned out alright? Too bad, it's apparently not even worth 100 yen or even 50 yen for a sweet or three." She feigned a sniffle.

And then she subtly adjusted her leg again. Her cane prodded Imaizumi again.

Thank goodness that she wasn't alone. Haruka offered enough of a distraction for Miyume to jumpstart her brain back from its complete stall. She offered both Kisa and Mirai a friendly, if slightly more neutral smile, than she might ordinarily give.

"Oh, um, I hope those are really good. I thought they were but I helped Shikata-senpai make them so I might be a little biased," she babbled on, reaching out to take the cake from Mirai. "Did you come to support the drama club? I hope you think the cake is worth buying. We worked really hard on them."

Hopeful, nervous smile.

"I hope lunch is okay, too, Shikata-senpai," she added. "I wasn't sure what you wanted. Oh! And you like your cookies, Saiga-senpai!"

"I'm sure I will. Thank you." Kisa neatly wrapped the cookies in a napkin and set them down for the moment. If she recalled correctly, these were a few of the people she'd be working alongside, so it might be good to do a little bit of socializing to at least get acquainted before class.

Besides, her appetite hadn't quite fully recovered, so lunch was ending up a lost cause anyway.

"It's good to see you again, Hazama-san. Are you feeling better?"

"I am, a little bit, thank you. Better than I was yesterday. I can walk today," Miyume said, beaming. "It's good to see you again, too, Saiga-senpai. Are you feeling any better? You looked pretty beat."

As she spoke, Miyume finally opened her bento.

Mirai blinked. Before Miyume could move at all, he stole an item from her bento. He did not seem too bothered when he stepped back and simply took three fifty-yen coins out the purse in his bag. He was in a rush, but he did not seem to be rushing. Evidently his attention was going somewhere else sharply.

"Thank you. You really are kind for being willing to feed a growing boy, Mii-chan."

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Miyume blinked. It happened so suddenly and quickly, she didn't even see exactly what it was that Mirai had taken from her. She hadn't even had a chance to look inside yet. For a moment, she gazed down at her bento. It looked like she might be missing an onigiri but she couldn't be sure.

Then her gaze turned toward Mirai but instead of displaying annoyance, she looked like she might burst out laughing at any moment.

"You're welcome, Mirai," she responded in an amused tone, deliberately leaving off the honorific. "I hope you enjoy."

Haruka was starting to open her own bento when her attention seemed to prick at a few things. Her head slightly turned in particular between Imaizumi and Hazama, holding for a moment, before she picked out one what felt like a katsu-based sandwich.

"Interesting," Haruka said. "I ask for a measly 100 yen or less and senpai turns me down flat. Hazama-chan asks and she receives. Guess I'm just a terrible sales woman in comparison?"

There was rather a lot of familiarity going around, especially between Miyume and the tall third-year she half-recalled from the network as Imaizumi. It was surprising and a little awkward, but she pushed her way through it with a smile, as was her way.

"I am, thank you." There were the beginnings of very faint circles under her eyes, but she certainly looked more lively than she had at the library.

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