Tracy mumbled a "Thank you" before stirring the hash, poking at it a few times, and taking a bite. She nodded, apparently liking the taste, smacked her lips and still got up to get an unopened bottle of "hot" green pepper sauce from the pantry cabinet and opening it before adding a few shakes and stirring again.<br/><br/>She glanced up as she was asked to explain, then back down at her food. Another minute later, it was made clear. She gulped her bite very audible and blushed. "Yeah. It... It used to be ten. You can blame Junior for that, and maybe SCUM too, but mostly Junior. Your uncle apologized profusely, but Dad wouldn't have it.. Sure he forgave Senior, ah... Your uncle, but no dice on the rule change." A sigh. "Now we're all suffering, even on campus faculty, and unless we have permission, we have to be in the dorm buildings by six. I'm the daughter and on the track team and I don't even get a pass, as you're well aware from this afternoon."<br/><br/>With a heavy sigh, she poked around and took another bite. "You deserve to know about it, though. So... The day Junior came we were still a prep school, and Dad was still a principal. Junior arrived very late, claimed he was chased practically all the way there, yet he and his car literally flew in, dropping out of the sky and wrecking his and my dad's cars. I told him off, so did Dad.... And as I recall, a few others. Coach Mitchell, as I recall, was really the only one to give him the benefit."<br/><br/>Another sigh.  "He snuck out later that night, tried to get me to go along but I would have nothing to do with it*, not with how he came, and since he completely disregarded the student handbook. I don't know who all was involved since I stayed behind. They came back early the next morning. I mean real early. It was like two or three a.m."<br/><br/>She finally met Jasmine's eyes. "SCUM actually attacked later that morning, around ten, almost decimating the place.  Junior, I will admit, fought valiantly, but it ended up being your uncle, Q and his grandson IQ that sent them packing. Dad sent Junior out with your uncle and that was that. Junior was expelled, and good riddance, as he hit on me so much in that 24 or so hours, I was permanently turned off of men; he makes your uncle look tame."<br/><br/>She shivered almost as if on instinct. "We were closed for a while to rebuild and that's when we became a college. Unfortunately, Dad implemented the on property and in dorms by six, lights out by eleven rule. I've been trying ever since to get the curfew extended to at least where it was. Ten pm. I've even petitioned him with signatures of those who didn't participate in Junior's night escape and he's like all 'for the safety of Warfield and the students and staff' or other such nonsense. Because of some classes starting at seven, Reveille is at six, but you can be up and out as early as quarter to five if you wish. And oh, by the way, everyone hates the six pm curfew on school days. I mean<i>everyone</i>. We may have a game room in the buildings, and movie theater on campus, but..." She shrugged and fell silent and finished her meal without another comment on that matter.<br/><br/>She'd gladly indulge more information, and welcome an idea, even if it was some espionage-y thing to change the curfew rule right out from in front of her dad's nose. She was sick of the overprotective parent attitude, although she herself was hypocritically following in her dad's footsteps.<br/><br/>She let herself smile as the focus shifted to Emerald. "The princess is indeed quite the looker," she admitted, "And there's no rules saying you CAN'T date her... Unless they're hers or her family. I wouldn't know what Her Majesty would have to say about it. You and me, though? We're villagers, although she sort of acts like one... Actually, being from a spy family, you might be like knight or noble class. Her family would probably give<b>YOU</b>a pass. She just can't be in here after a certain time since she has her own room." She shrugged. "She might have competition from<u>ME</u>though, as I'm warming up to you myself." She admitted with a blush.<br/><br/>Tracy seemed neutral on how the meal was made. All that was important to her, is her roommate had done dinner and seemed to settle in with the sharing of her chores. "Pretty good for being out of a can, then." She said wryly. "Maybe I can do Thai over the weekend, if you want."<br/><br/>*-Where this world deviates from canon. In this one, Tracy did NOT join up and show Junior the escape route through her dad's office.