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"You mean I won't have you or your laughter anymore." He squeezed her hand back. "Graduation is coming up...but not today...and not tomorrow. So lets enjoy the time we have and not get melancholy about what's coming up."

She grinned. "Am I falling prey to the dreaded Emo? Is this what it's like? Am I going to start writing bad poetry and wearing all black? Although it does bring out my eyes . . . not as much as blue does, though."

He squinted at her carefully. "It's possible. You do seem to be showing some of the symptoms and it's only a matter of time before you start playing the guitar and hanging out on the roof."

Blair looked down and held out his cookie. "Maybe you should eat two cookies. I think 'emo' is afraid of sugar and chocolate chips."

"Oh no, not a guitar," she smirked, "But I am rather fond of the roof. Has a great view. But I don't want to take your cookie. You might have a weakened immunity to emo, and that would be bad. An emo Blair? Reality might collapse in on itself."

Blair giggled and bit into his cookie. "For the sake of reality."

Ivanova took a bite of her own cookie, mumbling around a mouthful of crumbs, "Do you actually bake all these or do you just buy them by the barrel?"

"Ha! You'll never get me to revel my sources! Wild horses couldn't drag it out of me!'

She pulled out the big watery puppydog eyes and idly wondered if she could pick the information out of his mind. Which she would never do without his permission and might not even work because he most definitely wasn't Tonks.

"Please tell me?"

Blair whistled and stared at the ceiling. "Nope, not going to work! You'll never make me tell you that I make all my own cookies."

"Oh. Uh...forget that part."

"Forget what part?" Ivanova asked innocently. She took another bite. "And these cookies that you didn't bake are very yummy. My mother used to bake amazing chocolate chip cookies. She actually had a secret ingredient that she never told anyone. Not even me."

[[It's time for 'The Sentinel'! *geeks out in front of TV*]]

"Really? I use oatmeal and a dab of worcestershire sauce. Or I would if I baked these cookies...which I totally didn't because I'm a guy and I do guy things like beating people up and scratching myself."

"Worchestershire sauce?" Ivanova looked at her cookie. "Hmm. Interesting. I mean, if you had made these cookies. Which guys should do. I, personally, would be very impressed by a man who can cook." She smiled fondly. "Tonks can't boil water without burning it."

"You would?" Blair thought for a moment and then bounced up. "Oh man, I need to run, I'm gonna be late for class!" He dashed around the table and gave Ivanova a quick hug and then bounced off towards the door.

"I'll see you later! And I might bring more of those cookies that I didn't bake. Plus don't forget our date for cake! Bye!"

[ooc:I suck like a sucking thing and have to dash off to bed, sorry for the abrupt ending! And enjoy watching The Sentinel!!!]

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