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Nina was exhausted.

She'd made it back just in time for Summer's class and, like, that had left her not much time to work with her own class.

Ugh.

Sure, she could've skipped Summer's class but then she'd have felt bad about it and she enjoyed the ranting even if she was conflicted on the things Summer was ranting about…

On the bright side, there wasn't much to set up. No one else really seemed to be using this room, so it was a matter of sticking the spices at each station and checking the fridge to see what they were going to make today.

"Gooooooooooooooooood moooooooooooooorning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she said cheerfully, turning away from the fridge as her class showed up, with a bowlful of tomatoes and another of shellfish. Nina beamed at them as she wandered from station to station, leaving a few tomatoes and a few fish at each place. "Today we're branching off from eggs!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

She was already predicting a few comments on this day, oh yes she was.

Nina took her spot at the front of the class with the left over tomatoes and shellfish.

"I'm starving!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she announced, grinning at them. "So, like, I want you to look at what I've given you and guess what we're making today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Were they likely to get it right?

Probably not. But that was part of the fun.

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And Summer was going to slide that sideways glance right back at her.

"Do you love your parents?" she asked.

"I've met them once," she said, shrugging. "We talk a fair bit but it's all......... work-related.

"I admire them. I like them. I don't know them well enough to love them."

And she didn't expect them to love her either, though she did hope they liked, if not her, the work she did.

"I'm too old to expect parents to come out of nowhere to love me anyway."

"You don't need them, anyway," said Summer. "You know getting adopted didn't give you worth, right? You had that already..."

Summer sighed, stopping a bit to rub her eyes before looking at Nina again. "Can I tell you something? It might be a little morbid and dark, but it's something my brother told me once when I was having a really hard time dealing with my own sense of self-worth, and I think about it a lot, whenever I start to feel worthless or crappy or lost..."

"It gave me things I didn't have," she said softly.

A family. A last name. A room in a home that was just hers.

"What is it?"

"Okay," said Summer, who took a deep breath, because she was pretty sure the only other person she talked to about this before was BDG, "so, some context: my brother is not really my brother. I mean, he is, but not the same version of my brother I grew up with. This version of my brother came to my world because his world was pretty much destroyed, and he and my grampa died in my world, a d so they took their places without telling anyone, and they're buried in the backyard and my parents don't even know, but anyway, when he told me that, he also told me this: that, you know, nobody actually exists on purpose. Nobody belongs anywhere, everyone's going to die, so...come have some ice cream."

She let that linger a moment.

"Actually," she amended, "he said, 'come watch TV,' but I changed it a little, because, you know..."

She gestured toward their nearing destination. "Ta-dahhhh. Ice cream."

Yaaay.

"I............."

Why was your world so very, very strange, Summer?

"I can see why he'd........ say that?" she said doubtfully, even as they approached Ice Cream. "But, like, what if you want to belong somewhere?"

She DID warn you, Nina!

"Then make a place for yourself," said Summer, shrugging as she reached for the door. "Like my brother did. Like I did when I went to go help Kanan. Like any of us do whenever we want to belong somewhere. The point is, everything in our lives is such a colossal crapshoot, Nina. In the grand scheme of things, it doesn't really matter. In the end, who is even going to care if you weren't always the smiling, pretty girl? We're all just lucky not to be worm food yet."

"There's more to living than not being dead yet," she protested.

"There is," Summer agreed. "And there more to it than being the smiling, pretty girl, too."

Black Magic Cookery!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! | Tuesday | Period 3

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