Jan. 13th, 2009

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It was Thursday. Thursday of the first week of summer (as far as public school was concerned), so Ben had shown up at her house at nine. An hour poking through recipes and the dynamic duo had blitzed the local market for things they didn't have. They were snuggly back in Aya's apartment before eleven.

Ben's role was simple. He tended to cut up veggies for each dish as she needed them, then wander off to play a few games. Aya would wander over to join him while things cooked. It was a comfortable, routine Thursday.

Except this Thursday had Aya excited, and worried, and numerous other bubbly emotions that kept her from settling down too well. "Relax, Aya." the nine year old flopped over the back of the couch grinned "You're just cooking, it's not like it's romantic or anything!"

Aya laughed and tossed a spoon at the boy. Which of course had Ben ducking back behind the cover of the cushions and starting in on the "Aya and Dil-an sittin in a tree..."

"I'm going to give you so much hell when you start dating, Ben." Aya promised, setting aside what she'd been working on to pick up a throw pillow and smack Ben.

Pillow fights were entirely optional on Thursdays.

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