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Room 312, lateTuesday afternoon
After Reserves, Dinah headed back to her room and pulled out the music book she'd bought a week or so ago, and settled in to practice learning to sight-read, shutting the door so as not to bug anyone too much.

The do re mi fa so la ti do would still probably be audible as you got closer, though.

[door is shut, but post is open, and door will probably be open again soon.]

"Sure! I'm always up for new cookie frontiers." Dinah grinned at him.

"My sisters, and yeah. I saw them last month, but this is the first time they've been here. I just hope Helena doesn't decide that this place isn't safe enough." She paused, then pointedly said, "And who's visiting you? Or is it not visiting you?"

Jaime sighed and bought another second pulling out a package of cookies (with rainbow sprinkles on them) and opening it.

"Um... not visiting." He was dealing!

Dinah gave him an awww look anyway, and brightened when she saw the sprinkles.

So did Camille, who tried to pounce off the bed toward them.

"No, no, not for cats. Sheesh." She shook her head and looked back at Jaime. "Are you good with that? I mean. It's been a month. Are you going to go back for a visit soon, see everyone?"

Jaime laughed at Camille's antics and snagged an Alfred!cookie.

"Soon, I hope, yeah, but... that won't solve this little problem." Going home wasn't going to make him un-dumped.

"What little problem?" Dinah asked, nibbling on a sprinkled cookie, and keeping Camille back with her leg.

"I found out yesterday that my girlfriend isn't going to make it. And that... she isn't." He managed to quirk a half smile.

"She isn't...?" Dinah paused, then blinked. "Wait, what?"

"I sort of got dumped," he admitted, rubbing at the back of his neck sheepishly.

Oh. Look. A tasty cookie.

"Awww, Jaime," Dinah said, sympathy audible this time. "Why? I mean. If you don't want to talk about it, that's cool. Have another cookie. But it still sucks." Camille, meanwhile, was now patting Jaime's knee. Possibly in comfort. Possibly in cookie-begging.

Jaime reached down absently to rub at Camille's ears as he munched on his cookie.

"Oh, it's no big deal." He was trying to sound casual. "It's just... we've been doing the long-distance thing for so long, even before I came here, and I guess... it was just time to try something new, you know?"

"Hunh. So, everyone's okay, no one's mad, you're still friends and all?" Dinah checked, blinking a little, and then having to grin as Camille purred and closed her eyes, leaning against Jaime bonelessly. "That's... cool. Better than my last break-up and all."

"Well... she's probably right," Jaime shrugged. "We're young and... I mean, I guess I'm not totally okay with it? But... neither is she, you know? It just needed to happen."

He was even starting to believe it. "And, hey, if you're lucky you'll get to meet her sometime. Because she's awesome."

Then his face fell a bit. "Your last one was nasty?" he asked, staring down at his cookie. He didn't want to pry, but... he was curious.

"More... oh, stupid, then nasty." Dinah sighed. Glad for Jaime. Mixed feelings in there took though. "Matt said we should take a 'break', because my family was having problems with paparazzi, and it was kind of freaking him out. Which would've been fair, if he hadn't meant 'break up', and if the real reason wasn't that I broke a photographer's nose and he was sick of getting crap about it from his friends." She shrugged and said, "Meh. It was ages ago now, last December. I transferred here two weeks later." She smiled. "So, that helped. And it sounds like Traci would be a lot cooler to meet than Matt."

"Why would his friends give him crap about that?" Jaime sounded genuinely puzzled. He'd be pretty proud to have a girlfriend who could break some jerk of a photographer's nose.

"And, yeah... Though if we could get them both into the same room, maybe you could convince Traci to turn Matt into a frog or something."

"Can she do that?" Dinah asked, diverted and grinning. "Really? That's her thing, magic?"

"And they were joking about me being a bruiser, like I could beat him up... you'd have to ask a boy jock from New Jersey, nobody here gets it."

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