"How to make a potato salad," I muttered to myself, pacing back and forth through the room. With all my classes cancelled, the week had flown by way too fast and suddenly, it was Saturday morning and my dinner party was right around the corner. If only I hadn"t wasted all my time hanging out in the dormitory halls trying to make friends with the other Valkyrie students or glare at the dust bunny under Ryoko"s bed.
I couldn"t fail at providing my contribution to Flavia"s dinner. On top of that, I needed to figure out what type of gift to bring her too. I couldn"t arrive without a present for the host. That was just against Wind Child tradition.
But how was I supposed to make a potato salad in my dorm? I didn"t have a cooker, or a pan, or potatoes. Not a great start...
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