The Sin, Kitchen, Tuesday Afternoon (after workshops)

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Miho sat in the Sin's kitchen with her feet propped up on the table, munching happily on the brownies she'd stashed here before she went up to the school for her workshop. She'd baked them herself, and they were pretty good, if she did say so. Except she didn't say so because, duh, nonverbal. If anyone else came in, she might give them a brownie. Or tequila, if they were Becky.

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"Mrphnegle," mumbled a thin figure in a white bathrobe with a sleeping mask shoved up over her tousled hair and onto her forehead. "I think I'm dying."

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Miho rolled her eyes and sat up to grab a bottle of Jose Cuervo and hold it out in Becky's general direction. Alternately, they have coffee.

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Becky went for both, pouring quite a bit of the Jose Cuervo into a mug of coffee. "I don't remember even getting drunk, what the hell."

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Miho just shrugged and pushed the plate of brownies closer to Becky, if she thought she could tolerate food.

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Becky ignored the brownies for the moment. "So, did you shoot at people in your workshop today?"

If it seemed like she was putting off talking about her trip home, it's because she was.

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Miho nodded, looking somehow satisfied. She was going to have to do something about that teleporting guy, though. That was just no fair.

She tried not to look like she was impatient to hear about Becky's trip home and how Dwight and Gail everyone was doing.

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"Did you get them all?" Becky asked, poking at a brownie. "Or did anyone cheat?"

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Miho's response was to scowl at the bottle of tequila. A wiser liquor would have run and hid from that scowl.

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"Bunch of cheaters," Becky replied decisively. "You should flunk them."

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Miho nodded agreement and grabbed a brownie. Possibly one of the special ones.

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"So, talked a little to Gail," Becky said lightly. "They think that whatever's getting the girls lives way out on that old farm."

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Miho arched one eyebrow at Becky, trying not to appear terribly interested.

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"I couldn't get much more out of her, except that apparently some guy got all wrapped up in one of the girls who got killed and is all crazy about finding out how to get rid of the whole thing."

She rolled her eyes. "Like some random guy can handle something that's killing off our girls."

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Miho rolled her eyes in agreement and poured herself a shot of tequila.