Re: kitchen
"Probably. I'm sorry," her tone wasn't the sweetly mocking honey she used on Seifer, but a rueful and amused chuckle. "Really, I'm sure it's quite a ride, but you see, I prefer blonds. Generally ones I know won't break."
It was nice to play, especially with someone who knew the rules. It probably wasn't a very nice game, but Garden hadn't been big on fun and there were only so many ways you could dish out physical violence before you started liking it a tad too much.
Setting her cup in the sink she placed a gentle hand on Quisty's shoulder, feeling the slightly cool skin under her bare fingers. "You should sit and eat Quisty, it's bound to be better than the cafeteria."
To Allen she nodded, holding out a polite hand. "Squall Leonhart, Commander of Balamb Garden."
Letting Quez speak for her, she opened up a more private conversation to her second. How are you, really? Do you want me to kill this Cloud?
"You should probably look in on... Fullmetal?" She looked at Roy, in understanding. "Take your eyes off the people important to you and they end up finding paperwork you conveniently lost."