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If there was one saving grace to school, it was the fact that a certain cat couldn't harass her there. At least, Ellie Spectre hoped this was the case. As she walked to her usual lunch-time spot in the auto shop classroom, she did remember that the siamese cat had managed to come on campus to awaken Sailor Quasar. Which led to Ellie wondering how the baking fairy was doing. Which led to her shuddering at the idea of sweets.

Sweets were nasty.

The tomboy made a distinct face at the thought. It was a good thing that she made her own lunches, which honestly required little to no preparation at all. Microwaveable burritos were so awesome! Case closed, end of the story.

"Well, at least she can't find me 'ere..." she mumbled out in regards to that stupid tailless cat as she pushed the door open to the auto shop. Unfortunately, the blonde had been so caught up in her thoughts, that she didn't notice a familiar pink-haired girl nearby.

Ellie stood at the door. She stared at Pinky. She stared good and long at Pinky.

Obviously Ellie had a stalker of the non-feline variety too.

After her initial shock, the blonde ruffled a hand through her own hair and walked up to a desk to dump off her lunch. The nifty thing about the auto shop class was the transition from classroom setting to garage setting. It literally was like someone fused the two into one. So where there were school desks and a white board on one side, the other side of the classroom effectively looked like a garage you found in a mechanic's shop. After her lunch was safely deposited on a random desk (like it mattered that Robin had somehow taken her usual place), the girl went to snatch up an apron.

In all honesty, Ellie had no idea that Robin had been searching for her. Perhaps if she really thought over it, she'd remember the fact that this girl had practically sounded like a stalker after their last encounter. Yet, that was the furthest thing from her mind at the moment.

"Well, it ain't everyday that a pink-haired fairy is askin' 'bout a grease monkey like myself." This was a fact, but the way she said it made it sound like she had been expecting Pinky to arrive.

"So... there a particular reason yer here, or are ya jus' tryin' t'make it so I can't get any work done today?" It was a bit ironic, since as she was asking such, she was putting on some safety goggles. It was like she was silently saying You aren't gonna slow me down.

With goggles in the proper place, the girl then proceeded to tie her longer strands of hair back and out of the way. It was one of the few problems she had with her line of work. Her choice in hairstyle was a bit impractical for working. It wasn't like she couldn't just tie it back and be done with it, but it was still a hassle to spend that extra 15 or so seconds tending to it.

After all, those were a precious 15 seconds she could have been using to work.

For a moment, she wandered back towards the desks to her lunch bag and plucked out her choice of meals. "I'd suggest callin' me Ellie, or you might be the one becomin' a ghost." Using her teeth, she tore open the plastic wrapper of her thawed burrito. That was the advantage of bringing the microwaveable stuff to school. By the time it was lunch time, they were no longer frozen and plenty fine for consumption. As she took a rather large chunk out of her meal, she casually glanced to the offered sandwich.

"...uh... no."

The answer was plain so there would be no mistake. Bar-B-Que was not exactly her thing. It was a neutral territory, but it wasn't something she went out of her way to eat. To further emphasize her point, she took another bite, then promptly turned back to the shop half of the class. Lunch time was not a time to sit around and relax for the blonde. It was a time to get extra work done.

Fortunately for Robin, today's work just consisted of tightening a few parts up sufficiently, then a small amount of polishing. Ellie probably didn't need all of the safety equipment, but she was in a good habit. She wasn't about to mess with a good habit.

In the meantime, the blonde had pulled out a screwdriver and pulled out some sort of part (who knew what obscure car part this was other than Ellie) and began to tinker away at it. She remained in the shop half of the classroom, and in all honesty, was concentrating on what she had come to work on.

Yet there was this pesky annoyance trying to get her full attention.

"I don't give a rat's a** how many yer mom made," was the honest reply. "I don't want it."

Ellie hadn't even looked up from the work she had just started. Pinky could sit and eat, then decide that this whole ordeal was not meant for her and leave. Yet, the junior had a reason to be here during lunch, and she was not going to waste this time. She had access to free facilities, so she just had to use them.

"Aint'cha got some friends ya should be hangin' out with an' all?" The question was tossed out in an almost less-than-interested fashion, as if simply putting it out there for the sake of conversation.

As she worked, a big smile managed to creep on her lips at a comment that the sophomore had made. No, Ellie still hadn't looked up, but she had heard a question and comment that seemed to tickle her funny bone.

"Fine, then I won't tell ya!" she said in regards to the burrito comment. A small laugh escaped her, then she answered the question more completely. "I like Mexican food. The fake stuff's fine, but the more authentic, the better. So fer lunch, yeah, I live off'a burritos."

There was a pause before she added "Perhaps one day I will gain mutant powers from all my genetic defects! WoooOooooooOooooo!" It was about this time the junior glanced up and towards the pink-haired girl. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she was pointing out the fact that as Sailor Iris, she already had pretty decent mutant powers.

"Also, I can put away the burritos much faster than a sandwich. I like using my lunchtime t'get caught up on work, so th'faster I can eat it, th'better."

Ellie had decided something in her mind.

Robin was a nut job.

Nut jobs were hilarious as f*ck! With a big laugh, Ellie set down her screwdriver and the part she had been tinkering with and wandered back to the desk where her lunch was. She snapped the goggles up so that they were on her forehead, rather than covering her eyes (and it sounded painful, but Ellie was used to it in all honesty).

"God, I know that if I were s'posed ta get mutant powers from burritos, I probably would already have them!" As if to make a point, she plucked up her currently half eaten burrito and took two more large bites out of it, making the microwavable meal vanish before Pinky's eyes.

"However, if fer some reason I get powers or turn into a monster, I'll only promise t'interview with ya if ya promise not t'call the interview somethin' cliche. Like that stupid movie 'Interview with a Vampire.'" With one burrito down, the tomboy reached into her lunch sack and pulled out something that looked very familiar.

Apparently Ellie Spectre could not live off of one burrito a day alone. There was another one, just waiting to be eaten, and now out in broad daylight.

Using her teeth, the blonde tore at the plastic surrounding the second half of her meal. When a sufficient puncture hole was made, she tore at the hole with a finger to make it bigger. Before she took a bite into her newly revealed burrito, she simply uttered "Sounds gay." A large bite, an exaggerated swallow, then a clarification. "Alliteration is one of th'corniest soundin' things out there. Makes me think of some stupid kiddie storybook."

Her burrito was set down, and her goggles once more snapped over her eyes before she wandered back to the work area. As she slid the little screwdriver between her fingers, she asked "Ya got any other title ideas?"

Once more, Ellie's golden eyes were fixated upon her current project. Yet, she still kept an ear open to the ridiculous suggestions that Pinky was offering. By the time the other girl had finished rattling off ideas, all of the screws that needed tightening had been taken care of. That didn't mean the blonde was done yet. She carefully began to look over the areas she had been fiddling with, giving it a good visual inspection.

"Hmmmm..."

It didn't sound like Ellie had heard.

"...ya know, there's th'phrase of K.I.S.S." Ellie was the sort who spelled out the initials rather than reading it as a word. Especially for something so pathetic to read as kiss.

"I hope ya know what th'hell it stands for."