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Peyton's soup and sandwich disappeared in one last bite, and she pushed the bowl away, folding her arms on the table and leaning forward. A smile was twitching at her lips, apparently pleased by the label he'd placed on her. It grew at the accusation towards sadistic tendencies, chuckling as she tugged her sleeves over her hands. "Nothing, and I'm not trying to take anything out on you." Sinking down, she rested her chin on her arms. "I dunno," she shrugged, "Just curious I think. Eager to see what you can do with that dirk."

Another fierce grin. "That, and if it's me poping your fight cherry, I can make sure you know everything you need to know about Fear shields and charges." Our at least everything a trainee needed to know. Her lessons had been scattered over a few encounters, unexpectedly.

The wince wasn't so much ignored, as simply not unexpected considering her obvious delight over the idea of a good fight, verse his apparent lack-there-of. "All in due time." Came her cryptic answer, humor taking in the form of quiet laughter as she extracted herself from the bench. She pointed towards a bus tub sitting on a counter next to a trash bin, then waited for him to dispose of there dishes before heading for the door again.

"I'd almost forgot about my laundry." Small hands sunk into her pockets. "Thanks for doing that, by the way. I know it's pay back for the cigs, but still." She would have gotten them without him having to do anything for her, really she didn't mind, but if he felt better exchanging favors then they could exchange favors.

She'd looked at him funny when he fished a bottle out of the garbage, thin brows pinching, but nodded, lips mouthing a silent 'ah' of understanding when he explained.

"You're welome." Honestly, knowing how much better he felt now that he had them, it totally made it worth buying them. He'd seemed so.. Twitchy wasn't the right word, but it was close. He seemed a lot calmer now, despite the shaky hands, but she was beginning to suspect that didn't have as much to do wih nerves as she originally thought.

The open offer to continue doing her laundry came as a surprise, and she looked up at him, lips twisted curiously. "Really?" Why? It was such boring work. "I mean, don't ger me wrong, that's an amazing offer, but it was just a carton, you don't owe me anything else for it." She slipped past him and out into the cooling night air of the island, fog licking at her ankles.

"If you say so." Thin shoulders rolled in a shrug. Her concept of monitary value was probably off. Not having any real world experience with it. The cartoon hadn't been cheap, but weighed against his apparent relief in having them, it seemed worth it.

And apparently he enjoyed doing laundry? That earned him a peculiar look. "Can't say it's at the top of my fun list, no." She didn't mind it, which was apparent by the general neatness of her dorm, but it wasn't something she did just for funsies. "But to each their own." If he liked it, he liked it, and she wouldn't mind a free laundry service.

Sweetheart? She glanced slid long at him, lips pursed, but didn't comment. Of all the things he'd just said, that was the least important in that moment. "Deal."

They were at the dorms again, walking past the common room to head back down the hall. "Alright let me get my laundry back and I'll leave you alone for night." Now that she'd eaten and things had started slow down she was starting to get tired.

"Folded and everything, than-" Click. "-nks.." She blinked at the door, pale eyes narrowing as she tossed the pillow case over her shoulder. "Yeah, I had fun hanging out with you, too. Let's do this again some time." Her voice was raised just enough that it might float through the door.

Huffing, she turned, heading back to her own door across the hall. "Goodnight, Jerk." Also loud, but tone suggested the insult was being used as an endearment.