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Early each morning the cooks and Chefs in the highly advanced kitchens of the school rise to prepare the food for the day. Pretty much any food item in the world can be found prepared from scratch by the cooks on a long buffet line that ends with out a register. Meals are paid for in ways so that the students do not have to worry about it. The eating area is split into two separate areas, one inside the other out. Antique and ornate Mahogany tables sit on the inside while ornate Iron work tables remain on the out. The room is warm in colors with hardwood floors and molding. At the opposite end of the door is the giant school crest hung that is gold on the outline with a knights helm on top and a red and black field with images of a skull, a war hammer, and a lion. The meaning of the images is unknown to most but a few do still recall the symbolism in the Crest.

Imiko entered the cafeteria, and smiled and nodded in Vashiel's direction. Grabbing a tray, she went through the buffet-like line to grab what she wanted to eat. When she joined him, she had a chicken burger, spicy curly fries, slices of apple, fried okra, a pear, a teriyaki chicken stick, a few california rolls, some donuts, a chocolate smoothie, and an after dinner mint, which she placed to the side to eat later.
"Itadakimasu!" Imiko grabbed the chicken burger and began to tuck into it. Chewing with her mouth closed, she finally swallowed and said, "So, what are you going to do now that you're here?"

Imiko blinked. "Cherry?" She asked, looking at the drink. Waiting a few seconds, she said, "The name of the person whose blood it is, I mean." She looked up at him and winked, then toasted his blood with her chocolate shake. "Thank you, I prefer to partake of victuals which do not run in my own veins!" And with that, she took a long drink. She took another couple of bites from her chicken burger, then finally finished it off. Moving on to the chicken on a stick, she asked, "How do you treat yourself? If blood tends to be the same, what do you do for variety?" She thought a little, then pointed a finger at him. "And by variety, I do NOT mean a different... donor..." She finished, for lack of a better word.
Though she was being somewhat calm in her words, it could be noted that her leg was doing the nervous sporadic jumping of one who's body had too much energy and no immediate way to expel it.

Imiko stared at the blood he offered her in a mix of horror and disgust. She looked back up at him, remembered the taste of his blood, and nearly gagged. Waving her hand weakly, she pointed at her shake. "I already have my drink so... I'll pass," She said, slumping down somewhat, though her leg refused to stop jumping. She munched on her remaining chicken sedately, then looked up at him. "You know... that would definatly be a freak out factor times a thousand to someone who didn't know what you were like..." Imiko had a feeling not only would a stranger freak out at that, they would probably run for the hills. They would probably even become phobic of blood and vampires. Blinking as she imagined that, she let out a snort of laughter and continued to eat her teriyaki chicken.
"It's hard to think of questions to ask you when the answer would be relatively easy to find." Imiko wondered a little, then decided to ask about stuff that the memories and insights couldn't give her. "What's your favorite color?" Came the standard and somewhat lame question.
Shoot, she'd seen parts of him that probably few mortals could ever hope to see, and that was the best question she could come up with.

Imiko clapped a hand softly over her mouth and bit on her middle finger. HARD. He had asked her not to laugh. She wouldn't laugh. She promised she wouldn't (Well, in a way she'd promised anyway) so she wouldn't. However, the socks were to much. Pushing her tray out of danger's way, she brought her head down on the table. Her body shook as she tried to suppress her laughter. Every now and then what sounded almost like a sob but was really supressed laughter sounded. She finally surfaced, her face collected but extremely red, and there was evidence of tears from laughing in her eyes.
Coughing, she said, "Nothing wrong with that. Manly!" She nodded. "Only a real man can darn his own socks..." She nearly broke down laughing again, but forced herself to be quiet. She took a drink of the shake and almost choked as the laughter tried to take advantage of the swallowing motion to come out.

Imiko let loose the flood gates- but it seemed the flood came out in flashes rather than completely in one go. She actually had a series of giggle attacks. The giggles were the infectious kind- there was a good chance she was laughing now just because she couldn't stop. She would just gain control of herself when an image of the socks would go floating through her mind, and the attack would begin anew. Finally, she got complete control of herself. Alright- that was now two times in a row that Vashiel had gotten her speechless. His turn!
"So! In regards to what I saw in that interesting memory earlier..." Imiko grinned and evil grin. "When was the last time?"
Dear god- she had actually asked the unaskable question. And she had done it without even looking the slightest bit abashed.

"Hmm... almost every night." Imiko responded, deciding to be honest. "Think of it as my way of stress relief. Even if I never get anywhere..." She muttered the last sentence, as if she cursed her body for her inability to make the time pay off. She finished off her teriyaki chicken and picked up one of the california rolls. Taking a bite, and swallowing after a bit of chewing, she said, "It's actually healthy to do that. You know, I'm actually a walking sex-ed person. I know things without ever having to do them." She looked at him with a wise expression.
"Plus I watch certain adult-only things because they're fun to either analyze or laugh at." She nodded once more, the wise look still upon her face.

"Pfft! That solution is going to have to wait a bit, though, isn't it? So in the meantime, I just curse my body's workings and say '******** you!' to myself," Imiko said, laughing. "In any case, I'm wondering what's gonna happen when I try to sleep. Will I start seeing your dreams or something like that?" Imiko finished off the roll and started on another.