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[thatched]

Hey, Cutie. Thanks for the bento! It was ridiculously adorable of you.

Love, Thatch.


[to anyone who wants to happen upon the Thatchinator, he'll be sitting in the quad, enjoying his meal]

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[thatched]

Ah [he lifts a finger] sometimes you have to fill whatever role you're assigned--and to your best ability. Nine times out of ten, the commander will know what they are doing, but sometimes you might be in a following role where both you and the leader are over you head. Then what?

[fionna_time]

Oh. [That would be a pretty tough situation, wouldn't it? Then again, Fionna was learning a lot and being tested on what she could do, so...]

Improvise, pretty much! If you gotta think things up on the fly, you just do, right?

[thatched]

We'll have to see, won't we? [she would be an interesting to work with. It's too bad he couldn't have taught her tactics as well, but the two studies were so closely matched, some was bound to bleed over]

Anything specific you'd care to take from this?

[fionna_time]

Sure!

...Um, anything I don't know, I'll be pretty grateful for. I mean, I do have to work with groups more, and I should try to help lead there.

[thatched]

Aye. I'll keep that in mind. [he finished his meal and set it aside] It looks as it'll be an interesting semester for all, Miss Fionna...and right now, I'd better go prepare for it. Keep your nose clean, eh?

[fionna_time]

You bet!

...My nose? is it all gross now? I didn't even know, I swear!

[thatched]

[Oh right. He'd forgotten. Balamb is the perfect place for Namur after all]

It's a metaphor, Miss Fionna. It means, stay out of trouble. Or, if you do get in trouble, don't let anyone find out about it. [and he winks]

[fionna_time]

I think I'll go with that last thing you said, more my style!

[thatched]

[he laughs] That's the spirit, sweetheart! Don't let anyone stop you.

[fionna_time]

Not on your life!

[thatched]

[Ah, if only she were about ten years older. He'd love to take her Strolling. Imagine all the trouble they could get into... Though he doubted he would be here that long-- and he didn't think she wanted to be. The thought sobered him a little. He hops off the wall, taking the empty bento with him]

See you around, then, Miss Fionna.

[fionna_time]

Ok man!


Enjoy your Bento thing!

[thatched]

Will do!

[and he gives her a little waving salute before heading back to his office]