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Bell was jotting some things down as she helped go over Jamie's work when he asked. Her immediate thoughts were that such a suggestion was nothing too different than the occasional coffee meet-up, not anything more than that. Not that she hadn't occasionally pondered upon their friendship. Right now though her mind was more oblivious places.

"Sure, I'm game for that."

The question hadn't even made her look up from what she was writing, which made her oversight perhaps a bit more obvious. Bell was by no means the naive 'girl next door' who needed things spelled out for her, so if she had been paying more attention to Jamie, rather than discussing the script and redlining she would have picked up on what was really being asked.

She handed back over the pages she'd marked up - granted it wasn't much red this time around - and rattled off a few suggestions.

"If you think that's something, you should see when it's peer review time in English class," Bell laughed. It was amazingly sad how many people still wrote at a fifth grade level. Internet and texting hadn't done any of their peers any favors, either.

"and the steak place sounds fine," carnivorous tendencies? Yes. At least they were on the same page hen it came to meat. And if bacon was god, then steak was jesus. Fake-meat could burn in vegetarian hell.

Aaaand back to the script...

"Yeah. Letting this thing sit for a while then going back over it again might help. Of course, by then a reviewing might be a death sentence. You know how it goes - satisfied with something for the first few minutes, kill it with fire a month later."

Haha... Fire. Hah!

Bell caught the unintended pun and smirked a little.

"Hn," Bell smiled a little, "Could always switch to tea. Chai is pretty good," abrupt topic change ahoy; M'teacher pulled up a study the other day that showed college kids who live off the stuff developed bad migraine conditions as they got older. Go figure, huh?"

And here she thought it was being stuck trying to ignore a magical war and dealing with everyday normal aggravations. Granted the occasional ranting and cynical joke-poking at the situation helped her keep her sanity, and the noodles were fast and convenient.

She then looked at her cup, "I still got some coffee, so I'm good.." IT was cold, but coffee was coffee. Except when you accidentally grab the flour instead of the sugar. Then it was a mess. True story.

"I meant the Ramen. Something to do with the amount of salt or something?"

It was an easy mistake, her change in topic from tea and coffee to ramen.

"Now, as for tea kettles, well, be both know I could make water catch fire. So.. That's one appliance I don't own." Stoves and Bell didn't really mix. she could bake like no tomorrow, but actual cooking? Well, that was another story, somewhere in the 'horror' and 'tragedy' categories. "I did, however, break down and get one of those faaancy-schmansy coffee makers. They make tea that works with it so-" shrug. Now, switching again to the tea;

"You could always come over to my place and try a cup - it'll save you money if you end up not liking it."

Because tea wasn't for everyone. She was only just starting to get in to it herself after years of dedicated coffee drinking. Plus, she'd rather Ainsley have tea, rather than being a coffee addict in her pre-teens. Bell tried to treat her sister more like an adult, mostly because Bell really didn't know how to handle little kids, let alone pre-teens. They were more like friends than sisters, but that is kind of expected when you grow up not even knowing you have a little sister. And unlike her father, she couldn't just ignore the child. And Ainsley seemed to prefer being treated like an adult, and had proven responsible. Then again, being a senshi had probably matured her quicker than she should have been.

Ah, the effects of war.

In response to the coffee maker, Bell nodded. Not often did she splurge on an expensive item, but on the rare occasion...

"It makes mornings go quicker," she laughed, not a morning person at all.

"As for Ainsley, I think she's doing alright? It took her a while to get over the whole Xavier thing, and now we go up to the Rec for some martial arts classes, but largely we try to avoid the personal stuff."

Obligatory sibling bonding, she supposed, it was mostly like a room mate ordeal. Only Bell was also obligated to make birthdays and Christmas a thing. So far things had worked out.

"I don't suppose your family's being any more amicable than usual?" Bell asked with a tone that said she knew the answer, and it was never too positive a situation. After all, it wasn't like she had anything good to say about her own father or his numerous ex-wives.

"Well, I guess it's better than nagging." Her father kept trying to buy her interest in the company so it could 'stay in the family.' Bell just kept taking the money and saying 'I'll think about it,' with no real intention to do so. It was a software company, and Bell was technologically challenged as it. Not that her father knew that.

Though if either of their families knew of their friendship, no doubt there would be pressure of another nature. Freaken corporate politics...

"As for the class? depend on if the instructor is there or not. You know what they say, 'when the cats away the mice will play.'" And Bell as seldom impressed by machismo.

"Youtube tutorials - the answer to everything," she chuckled.

Things fell silent, but it was fairly comfortable. Things were comfortable. Bell still hadn't caught on the the question from earlier. She probably wouldn't until they were actually there. Would it effect much? Probably not. It certainly wouldn't surprise anyone that knew them. During the play most people had already assumed and were surprised when told otherwise.

"So, fall semester - ready for it?"

Bell had taken some summer courses that were just wrapping up, mostly because the Fall semester plays were always a Big Deal, so to focus on that she'd take fewer classes during the fall.