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Guud murneeng stoodents! I hupe-a yuoor Thoorsdey is heppy. I feend Thoorsdey zee heppeeest dey ooff zee veek.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Freeed Cheeckee

-Meshed Putetues

-Greee Beuns

-Seled

-Ice-a Creem

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Lana picked at some Freeed Cheeckee and some green beans, figuring she should try to eat something before class. She was mostly here because Jim had said he'd meet her.

Jim, being a boy and thus powered by some sort of small black hole, had a lot of everything on his tray when he sat down next to her and raised an eyebrow at her picking. "You need to eat more."

Lana made a face. "I'm not hungry."

Jim shook his head. "I'll bet you didn't eat breakfast."

Lana looked a little embarrassed. "I had a cup of tea..."

"You are not leaving until you finish," Jim blustered, jabbing a finger in the direction of her tray.

Lana blinked at him, then carefully put all her food except for one green bean on his plate.

Then she ate the green bean.

"There," she said with an innocent smile. "All done."

Jim looked at her. Then at his plate. And then back at her. And buried his face in his hands. "I can't win."

She grinned at him. "Nope. You can't. However, there is a consolation prize..."

"Oh really?" Jim leaned in, grinning back. "And what would that be?"

"That would be me," she said with a grin and leaned even further in to kiss him.

Being tall was very useful in situations like this. Further reach. He was already leaning in to kiss her when did, and nagging her about eat flew right out of his head.

Lana smiled against his lips and kissed him. "Not so worried about whether I'm eating, now, are you?" she murmured.

"Yeah . . ." Jim replied. "But not too much." He kissed her back.

"Mmm... Nice..." she said and smiled against his lips. "and in a public place, no less!"

Jim chuckled and leaned into kiss her again. Only she wasn't quite there any more. Or more specifically, she was a lot higher.

A confused-looking panther cub blinked up at her from the seat.

Lana stared. "Oh my God. What... Jim?"

Jim! Yes, I'm Jim!

Of course, it just came out as a somewhat adorable little growl. Jim was starting to panick. He tried to climb into her lap, almost tripping over gangly paws.

Help!

Lana picked him up, snuggling him close. "Well, aren't you the cutest little thing," she said. "Though this is not exactly what I expected to happen here. Whatever am I going to do with you?"

Snuggling was not cool. Should she be doing something to fix this. But still . . . snuggling Lana . . .

The young cub snuggled back.

Lana looked around the room, but saw nothing there that could help her. She sat down, situating the cub on her lap. "Jim," she said very seriously, her long hair hanging down by the cub's face. "Um... this happens sometimes here. And there really isn't anything anyone can do. But it does usually just wear off. Though not usually till after a weekend."

Sometimes these things just happen. Here in Fandom. So now he was a . . . what was he? Large black cat? Panther? Panther. That was the one. He blinked up at Lana. A weekend he might be able to deal with. As long as he wasn't alone.

He reached out and pawed at her, looking plaintive.

Don't leave me?

She stroked him and dropped a kiss on top of his head. "Don't worry. I'll keep you with me all the time and watch out for you."

Wow. Stroking felt even nicer when you had fur. Jim nudged at her, the closest thing he could do to a hug.

Lana picked him up and snuggled him, still letting her fingers stroke down his spine. "Okay, sweetie. I have Dance class, so you're going to have to come with me."

Like Jim can really disagree at the moment. He did look rather mournfully at his mostly unfinished lunch, but then again, his stomach at the moment was a good deal smaller. He submitted to the picking up and the snuggling.

Lana rolled her eyes. "Oh, feeding you is going to be fun... Come on. This is going to be hard enough to explain without also being late to class!"

And she carried him out of the cafeteria.

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