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Working come sun up was always Lennyka's daily routine. She's a definite workaholic when other things aren't on her mind, like missions or a certain brother. Max, her Pikachu, was frolicking among stacks of papers while Hestia dozed at her feet. The secretarial offices of TRHQ, especially the paper department, was always the most abandoned and lonely. Honesty though, who'd want to file papers all day long if they could have the chance to scout terrain, twiddle with genes or mess with robotics instead? Len was certainly happy though with the solitude, even if it wasn't evident.

Her mind strayed on other matters and with a gurgle of her stomach, she realized it'd be best to get something to eat. Working really took the energy out of her.

"Hey, I'm taking a break! Going to go get some tea!" she shouted to the other grunt in the office. They gave a little nod, not showing her their face but asked too, "Could you make me a cup?"

"Sure." she smiled and turned to Max next. "Keep up my work while I'm gone, will you?"

The Pikachu gave a happy salute and left Len to run to the cafe quickly. Hestia followed for the hell of it . . . she might get something to eat on the way.

As Len was making her way through the cafeteria doors, Hestia twined between her legs and caused her to ker-splat! into the cafeteria rather than casually make her way in. Ah, well, she hoped no one saw that as she picked herself up.

"Hestia, bad girl!" she lashed at the Growlithe and it looked to her with hazy, lazy and hungry eyes. She didn't care much for her scolding. All she wanted was food. Food, food, food!

Lennyka sighed, dusted the remnants of nothing off her uniform with gloved hands and made her way to the cafeteria kitchen. Her plan was simple -- boil some water, grab some packets of sugar and teabags and make her way out of there, pronto. You can't trust Max very long with papers until he starts tearing them up.

"Ah, I'm not dear Lucy's compatriot but I certainly show up when you think of me!" laughed Len heartily. "To imagine I'll run into you so . . . dare I say, late! Two weeks is a long time, you can't deny it." She had forgotten about her favor to the other and in all honesty, had slipped out her ear and down the drain to some unknown part of the world.

Hestia tilted a head, unamused and spat out a, "Gruff." to the playful little Eevee. She was still rather fatigued from her before nap, so she was sluggish. She too had forgotten the so called battle and meal, so she didn't respond at all.

Hestia glanced at the Eevee, pursed her lips, and marched sashaying her fluffy butt away. She had no time to mess with such petty affairs of play! She was on a hunt for food and when the dear good man said spoke something of breakfast, her ears perked up instantly. Oh yes! Food, finally!

Lennyka smiled with a nod of her head. "Alright." she replied. "I don't like to pass up offers, but you have to make extra than. I have a fellow filing comrade waiting back at the office for some tea, but she'd also be thrilled to get something for her grumbling stomach instead. I'll help the best I can . . . but I won't make any promise that I won't set anything on fire . . . purposely or otherwise . . . " Though most likely purposely.

Hestia was thrown into a barrel tumble as the Eevee pounced on her. She growled and huffed as they spun, thinking ever so slightly that this Eevee was utterly insane and was certainly trying her patience! She tried to untangle herself from the Eevee but she was on her back. Due to her terrible pudgyness, she couldn't roll her self back on her back. (Think this: [x].) Revenge was in order for that terrible Eevee!

Len laughed silently to herself and simply followed without much care. "Alrighty, fine, I understand why you don't want me to touch a stove." she sighed. "I'll just make the tea. Just the tea. Nothing more, nothing less."

(( I know right? gonk heart ))

Hestia paused from her struggling when the paw pressed into her pudgy side. Conrad's paw probably pressed in deep, as she disliked the pressure immensely. "Gruff, gruff!" she flailed, still struggling to get to her front paws. "Gruff, gruff, growlithe!" Any Magikarp watching her now would probably chuckle in amusement, as her struggle certainly was a worse mimic than any other.

Len was upset when she discovered the preheated water-to-tea machine was working. Tapping a button for sweetened tea, she waited with an impatient foot. Her eyes remained concentrated on Alexander, watching what he did. She would have preferred to boil water rather than wait silently to have the paper cups fill slooowly.

"You're quite the colazione esperto (breakfast expert in Italian) huh?" she laughed. "At least you can manage in a kitchen."

More flailing, more gruffs . . . this Eevee really was gonna get it! When she got up, that is.

"Ah, how interesting. I don't remember much of my childhood. I just know there was a lot of books . . . fear of snake-like Pokemon and yelling in the evenings from my mother." She sighed and shrugged her shoulders. "The only aspect I like about cooking is the fire . . . and the spicy foods." She returned the grin with much ease. "You're definitely a lucky one, no matter how society might think this topsy-turvy. A woman who knows nothing of cooking, a man who has a wife's touch in the kitchen . . . oh the blasphemy!"