Pairings: None, though if I could have figured out a way, it would have been 1+2 :D

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Disclaimer: Neither the general plot idea, nor the Gundam characters are mine. I'm just not that lucky.

A/N: This is based on a true story that was brought up in my English class once at school. I thought it was hilarious, and it seemed to fit well with the Gundam characters.

Relena Dorlian Peacecraft rubbed at her bleary eyes as she set foot in the airport. She had been on a plane for the last eight hours, and her body was stiff and sore from sitting down for so long. Outside, a blizzard raged fiercely, the cause of their stopover in France. She had been assured that in another hour or so, she would be able to catch a connecting flight to Moscow, which only left her a few hours to sleep before she had to get ready for Marquis Weridge's party.

Her body was already aching at the thought.

What should I do until then? Relena wondered. Her body soon solved that puzzle for her mind though. Her stomach growled, demanding food, and she glanced around to make sure no one had heard, before pulling her purse out of her traveling bag. Food does seem like a good idea.

Moments later she had a heavily caffeinated cappuccino, a trashy teenage magazine and a small bag of chocolate chip cookies. Sighing happily at the thought of food, she made her way to a waiting lounge to sit out the time. Flipping to an interesting looking article (The Gundam Pilots- are they dishy or scarred warriors?) she was soon engrossed.

As she took a sip of her frothy drink, a rustling sound caught her attention. Glancing up from her magazine, she was horrified to realize that there was a strange, but neatly dressed (and oddly familiar looking) boy sitting beside her, reaching into the bag of cookies which rested on the seat. How dare he!? she thought, half amused, half annoyed. To make sure he realised just who the cookies belonged too, she reached in and removed one, dunking it in her cappuccino, and eating it.

At the rusting sound of the packet, the boy glanced up at her, and smiled warmly, his strange blue-violet eyes glinting. As he fiddled with the end of his long braid, he reached into the packet, and took another chocolate chip cookie.

Relena was no longer amused. Still, she couldn't work up the nerve to say anything, afraid of embarrassing him, and instead took another cookie, returning to the magazine. Anger slowly burned within her, as slowly, the two devoured the packet.

"Flight 213 for Moscow is now boarding from Gate E..."

She swallowed, and glanced at the packet. There was only one cookie left now, and the boy had already reached for it. If she had been a bit more outgoing, Relena would have torn a few strips off him by now. Instead, she just watched, cornflower blue eyes burning.

Then, in a very odd gesture, the boy broke the cookie in half, and gave one piece to her. Tapping his jauntily perched black cap in a gesture of recognition, he winked at her, then wandered off.

Relena scowled at his back. That jerk! she fumed. As she reached Gate E, she was still furious, and in a terrible mood.

"Ticket please, Miss?" The lady at the gate asked politely.

"Hang on a second." Relena snapped irritably, pulling out her purse, and opening it up to retrieve her ticket-

Only to see a packet of chocolate chip cookies.

She had been eating his all along.