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[ looks pleased, a smile quirking his lips as he hands over the tupperware. says in some bizarre accent: ]

It's Farsang. I brought offerings.

[ takes the tupperware gingerly, scooting back a bit to let him in. ]

Oh, my most favorite holiday ever. How did you know.

[ shuffles in, scratching at his chin. ]

The magic of the internet.

[ shakes her head a bit and motions for him to come in. then looks around her dorm, blushing a little bit at the uncharacteristic display of messiness, having skipped the living room area when cleaning earlier in the afternoon. ]

Um. Sorry for the mess...

[ places the tupperware on a table, scooting over to some of the clothes to begin picking them up. ]

[ starts to help, draping a pair of pants over the couch for her to get to later. ]

It's okay. You've seen mine, so we're even.

[ rushes over to get said pair of pants, chucking them into her room before closing the door. moves the empty cups and bag of chips from the couch and table, placing them in the small kitchen unit to the side. wanders back over, sitting on the couch. pats the seat next to her. ]

So what do we do on Farsang?

[ immediately claims that spot. ]

Have a carnival with lots of music.

But I don't have anything resembling a carnival...

[ points to his mustache. ]

That's why I improvised.

[ reaches over to tickle it with a finger. ]

It's very becoming of you.

[ goes cross-eyed, then turns away to sneeze. turns back. ]

It's delicate.

[ puts the hand down, reaching over for the tupperware instead. ]

Of course. I must mind my manners, then.

[ smooths it back against his skin when he feels it starting to peel. ]

The only rule to Farsang is to have fun.

[ noms on one of the cookies, offering the tupperware to him. ]

Then I guess this means we'll have to party hard.

[ shakes his head. ]

Their sugar levels were calibrated for my honey.

I've already eaten enough sweets as it is...

[ but dutifully begins to eat another while hugging the tupperware to her stomach. ]

You could save them for hard times.

No!

[ noms. ]

. . .

[ slides off the couch to visit the kitchen for a moment, returning with a cup of water. ]

[ takes it, giving him a smile. ]

Aw, how thoughtful.

[ settles back down into his seat. ]

Standard proactive measures.

[ takes a small sip of it, reaching over to grab a coaster. sets it down, turning slightly towards him. ]

How are you doing, Anthony?

[ blinks, taken a little off guard. ]

I'm okay. What about you?

[ sets the cookies down, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. ]

I'm alright. Just a little bit tired. I've had a lot of exams to study for lately.

[ opens arms a little, offering a hug. ]

Exam period is a conspiracy.