[The door to the bedroom is thrown open and Soleil, panicked, steps in, interrupting whatever Makoto is doing. Studying, probably. Sleeping? Changing? Making meth? Whatever it is, Soleil doesn't even register it.]
Huh? This isn't a problem that can be solved with pants.
[She has no idea why waiting for Makoto to change has to do with anything, at all.]
She's going to the farmer's market and is going above and beyond here. She's making desserts, but...I saw taco seasoning, peppers, cottage cheese, and just...well, do you know how to write a will?
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Makoto, we have an emergency.
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Soleil!
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Orihime is cooking.
[She whispers as though it is a terrifying secret.]
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she smells it, from the kitchen, and slowly she moves her hand to cover her mouth. This is extremely dangerous.]
Oh no...
[a dramatic pause-- and then]
But that could still wait for me to change!
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[She has no idea why waiting for Makoto to change has to do with anything, at all.]
She's going to the farmer's market and is going above and beyond here. She's making desserts, but...I saw taco seasoning, peppers, cottage cheese, and just...well, do you know how to write a will?
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[makoto is offering a very sensible suggestion in her towel. while also being beat red. it's fine.]
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Have you seen the look on her face when people eat her treats?
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What... exactly do you think I can do for this?
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[She wracks her brain for a moment. There is only one sure fire way for Makoto to help her out here.]
Split them with me? You always work so hard, so you deserve a treat.
[That's a nice sentiment? She may already be forgetting that eating some of those treats are a punishment.]
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[she exhales, pondering.]
... Maybe... we should get a pet?
[she's hesitating. Are pets allowed in the dorms? Small ones, surely...]
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Makoto! We can't feed a pet Orihime's things! That would be mean...and would definitely kill it. Unless we got a goat. I think they can eat anything.
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--Wait, are you serious? A baby with three moms is the sort of progressive, out-of-the-box thinking I'd expect from you.
[Sure, whatever.]
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Oh, wait.
Yes.
A pet-baby. That is exactly what I'm thinking.