A/N: My favourite part of this whole heist is that it's literally all stuff I've done before. Unauthorized pancakes? Check. Forcing friends to go buy materials for illicit breakfast-time activities? Check. Dragging friends to stores so that they can creep on their crushes while I grab groceries? Check. Nora is me = confirmed. …yo, do any of you know a Ren?

Let me know what you think!

Thrown to the Wind

Flour

"Pyrrha, you don't understand. We have a pancake griddle!" Nora shook her shoulders, making the redhead's head flop back and forth.

And Pyrrha merely laughed, giving the girl a quick hug so that Nora's excitement could somehow pass over to her. "That's wonderful. But tell me again- why can't you just eat the ones in the caf?"

"Be-cause," the orange-haired girl groaned exaggeratedly, "those ones are so boring! And they only serve them at breakfast time. Who only wants breakfast food at breakfast time?"

In unison, Ren and Pyrrha murmured, "Only heathens don't like all-day breakfast," and Nora propped her hands on her hips and nodded triumphantly. This wasn't the first time they had heard the girl's stance on ideal meals, and it wouldn't be the last.

"So," she continued, "now we can make them all the time! Well," she paused, mournfully pouting, "I suppose you can't, Pyrrha. You're only allowed to be muscly-thick, otherwise Glynda will yell at you, right?"

"Oh my goodness," Pyrrha blushed, covering her face as her roommate slapped her thighs playfully.

"It's a complement! So many c's in that word, Pyrrha."

"Ren, stop her," the redhead groaned, collapsing back onto her bed. The boy complied, handing his girlfriend her smoothie to distract her momentarily. Taking the bait, the orange-haired girl chugged away at the strawberry-banana-chia-kale concoction happily.

Uncovering her face at last, Pyrrha grabbed a pillow, tucking it under her head. Snuggling into it, she pondered, staring up at the ceiling, "How're you going to avoid getting caught, though?"

Nora replied, "I'll clean the area under my bed and hang a curtain." She pointed to the adjustable bed, the settings currently lifting the bed a few feet off the ground- just enough space to store boxes and suitcases and other nonsense. If the bed was raised all the way, though, it could easily fit people sitting around a griddle.

She heard Ren mutter, "You know if you hang a curtain, people are going to try and see behind it."

Nora immediately cackled, "I'll tell people to back off from our love-nest, and no one will look!"

That made even the redhead chuckle. Leave it to Nora to come up with something as absurd as that. "Well, as long as Sun doesn't catch you. It's technically not allowed."

Ren, who had been quietly removing Nora's boxes from underneath her bed, looked up. "It's not like we can use it right away," he explained. "Where are we getting batter from?"

Immediately, Nora leapt over to the redhead, grabbing her hand and raising it high. "We wait for nightfall!" Nora cried deviously. "And then, we shall set out! Ooh, mission time."

The redhead sat up, pulling her hand back. Tightening her ponytail, Pyrrha asked, "Where are we getting it from? If it's today, then we should probably head out soon." All the supermarkets closed fairly early on Sunday nights, after all.

The shorter girl shook her head, grinning evilly. "What are you talking about?" she scoffed. "We're not going to the supermarket, duh. Save up your change 'cause we're going to be lurking from now on." The sinking feeling in Pyrrha's gut was only exacerbated by Nora's next clarification for Ren. "We're going to visit her boyfriend, Jaune!"

"I thought his name was Jane," was all Ren muttered in response, stacking boxes in a corner of the room so that the wall outlet was still free to plug the griddle into.

"You were half-asleep, silly," Nora teased. Turning back to Pyrrha, she held her arms out expectantly. "So? Are you gonna dress cute, or what?"

The redhead wanted to protest. It was Sunday night, she had a 7AM practice the next day, she still was sore from earlier strength training, and she still had an online quiz to finish before her lecture with Professor Peach. And after she had handed off her first-aid supplies to the blond, and his smile had almost brought her to her knees, and he had warmly thanked her in that clumsy, doltish way of his, she hadn't exactly stayed to have a full conversation- instead, she had very proudly and bravely run away, face red and heart racing, the blond's face forever engraved behind her eyelids.

So, of course, she obediently clambered to her feet and opened up her closet, glumly trying to find clothes that balanced 'good fashion sense' and 'I'm-not-trying-hard-so-you-notice-me-but-please-notice-me'.

The outfit was settled upon fairly quickly, and they were out the door by the time darkness began to fall, thanks to Nora's authoritative nature. When the girl wanted to accomplish something, she got it done quickly. It was sort of terrifying, what the shorter girl was capable of.

Their escape was much smoother than the night before. They headed over to the store early enough to avoid the seedier crowd, too. Pyrrha paced along the side street outside, teeth tugging her lip anxiously until Nora finally huffed, physically pushing the taller girl into the store. Nora immediately scurried to where the breakfast foods were, announcing excitedly when she found her favourite cheapo pancake mix and syrup. "There's another box of Pumpkin Pete's with you, too!" the shorter girl hollered.

Pyrrha winced, wandering embarrassedly up to the counter. "…Three days in a row, huh?"

"Hey," Jaune teased, smile wry and kind under the nicely-healing bruise, "at least I'm making money off of being in this dump."

"Well, you're not wrong about that," she giggled, clasping her hands in front of her shyly. The quiet camaraderie between the two was quickly spoiled, however, as Nora ran up, arms laden with goodies and- much to Pyrrha's chagrin- the offending box of cereal. This time, however, the shorter girl ensured Pyrrha's picture faced the cashier. And, unlike the last time, Pyrrha was wearing makeup, her hair was done nicely, and she looked a lot better than the bedraggled mess she had been during the last cereal purchase.

His eyes widened, snapping between the box and her face. "Wait- no way," he breathed. "Is that you?"

Oh no.