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The Roof, Monday Afternoon

Well, that was it for another term of workshops, then, and now there was a week to look forward to not a heck of a lot of anything at all.

Zack, of course, was going to kick that off by attempting to get in touch with the Director back in Midgar, to see if there was any important work for him yet. That phone call was met with no answer from Lazard, and so little success. That idea having fallen through, Zack decided to default straight to... Plan B.

...

The view of the clouds was way more awesome from the roof than it was down on the ground! And, in a rare moment of something not unlike planning ahead, Zack had even brought lemonade.

Now he was all set for whatever break week could throw at him, oh yes.

[Open roof, open post! Hi!]

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"Nothing major planned," Karla said. "Hopefully, I've gotten everything big out of the way already."

Karla had had lots of 'missions' this summer. She was just about ready for a break, thanks. "I've got the goodbye slumber party planned for the senior girls, but that's about it."

Zack gave her an almost pouty look at that one, yes.

"Always for the girls only," he noted. "A guy could start to feel really left out, just because he doesn't look good in a dress, you know."

Karla eyed him, a spark of mischief in her expression. "But what," she asked suddenly, "if he did look good in a dress?"

"Well, he still wouldn't be a girl," Zack pointed out, laughing a little. "Or would that make him girl enough to count?"

Could you ever really be sure, on this island?

Karla tapped the side of her cheek, thoughtfully. "Well, let's say this party was being thrown by someone who thought a boy in a dress would be hilarious and said it would absolutely count--that is, as long as that boy pretended to be a female for the entire night. Including make up, gossiping, and all the other girly things they had planned."

Zack gave Karla a weird, thoughtful, sideways kind of look at that.

"Well, if the person throwing the party thought that it was okay, then I guess it totally would make him girl enough to count. Especially if there's make-up and gossip and stuff, too."

"In fact, he could declaim all responsibility if, say, the one throwing him a party dared him to do it," Karla said, looking more innocent by the minute. "Under those circumstances, what else could he do?"

"Accept the dare, I guess," Zack laughed, shaking his head. "But it would probably be pretty difficult for a guy like that to find a dress that fits on an island like this with only a couple of days to go before the party, right?"

Karla gave Zack a Look. "Are you kidding?" she asked. "Have you been on this island long? Between Pixie Dust, 'Dite's, and Things Reborn, I bet we could throw something together for him. Both a cute dress and a pair of jammies."

Zack looked down at himself, maybe a bit skeptical.

"By cobbling together about three dresses, maybe?"

Okay, Zack. You weren't that built. Even if you were about the third tallest person on the island, or something like that.

"Don't underestimate the wonder of elastic waistbands," Karla cautioned.

Seriously. They were a wonder, especially right before one's moontime...

"I can do some basic sewing, if someone needed something done," she added. Completely for no reason, of course. "I mean, I'm mostly used to sewing up people, but the principle's the same, right?"

"I wouldn't know," Zack replied, doing that twitchy little smile that he did sometimes when he was trying not to just flat-out laugh. "We use magic back home before we resort to stitches. I haven't had many of those, really. But they can't be too different..."

"So, you know, if you run into anyone that might need some sewing done, I could probably handle it without too much trouble."

The dress might end up looking like some freaky Frankenstein-esque costume, but it was the thought that counted!

Or something.

"Well, if I ever find a guy like that, I'll totally keep that in mind. Especially if he decides to take somebody up on a crazy dare like that."

... He'd probably look really good in pink. Right?

Karla was partial to blue--it would bring out his eyes!--but pink was another good color for people who weren't her.

"You should," Karla said. "I know I'd think anyone who took up that dare would be pretty awesome."

"Of course, there would probably have to be something in it for him, besides the promise of a mani-pedi," Zack noted, pulling one of those random phrases that he sometimes heard on television out for use right now. It sounded like it fit!

He had no idea what it meant, though!

"I mean, like, cookies or something."

"You mean, more than just getting to spend time with a bunch of pretty girls, seeing what no male has seen before?" Karla asked, trying hard not to snicker. "Cookies are a possibility."

You know? That had her thinking. "Hey, if cookies are going to be baked anyway..."

"I see an idea forming, there," Zack laughed. "Come on, Karla, tell me what you're thinking, there!"

It had something to do with cookies!

It Had To Be Good.

"Well, Newbie Day is coming up, right?" Karla asked, thoughtfully. "What better way to advertise the Reserves than a table for all of them, piled high with cookies, with us nearby to answer questions?"

Newbies. Cookies. What could possibly go wrong?

Newbie cookies! They could start a new tradition!

"It totally beats us trying to raise interest using posters all the time," Zack replied, grinning. "I mean, not everybody who comes here can even read, and who doesn't like cookies, right?"

"Exactly! The easiest way to get them interested is through their stomachs anyway. And the last time the Magic Reserves had a bake sale, Warren bought all of them himself! So, clearly, we already have a few good recipes."

Or Warren was providing a humanitarian service to the school. Whichever.

Warren was a brave, selfless soul for that, wasn't he?

"Oh, awesome! You know... I've never really baked anything before? I mean, I used to help my mom in the kitchen, years and years ago when I still lived with my parents, but my important job was licking the batter from the spoon when she made cupcakes."

Mmmm... cupcakes.

"I've been a bit leery about cooking because of an incident back home," Karla said, dismissing the complete and utter destruction of a kitchen as an 'incident,' "but there were extenuating circumstances involved in that. It's probably about time to get back in the saddle, yes?"

No, Karla. For the good of the world, no.

"There's no better reason than for the new students, I think!"

Because Zack apparently was very good at hiding his black, black heart and how he had no soul. Or else he just didn't know any better.

One of those.

Zack was pure evil. Funny how no one had ever picked up on that. But after what was to be known as "The Newbie Massacre," that's how he would be known.

"You make an excellent point," Karla said with a firm nod. "Cookies for Newbies. It's practically a rule, now."

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