Yang was getting a little worried, Blake hadn't left her room in several hours, so she decided to check up on her. She slowly opened her door and saw Blake sitting on top of her bed with her laptop on her lap, and a notebook on top of it, frantically writing down whatever was on it.

"Blake, what are you doing?"

"Tell you later. Busy now." Blake said putting minimal effort into talking, not even looking up from her screen.

"Okay..." Yang replied before slowly sliding out of the room.

It seemed to Yang that Blake was okay despite the setback earlier, so she went back into her room determined to get back some of the sleep Blake tore away from her this morning. Normally, on her days off she didn't even wake up before three pm, but Blake's impromptu trip to the book store took place before noon. She quickly got out of her clothes, throwing them in the corner, and dug through a different pile of clothing laying on the floor. It took her a while, but she eventually found her pajama pants and her sleeping tank top. She threw herself onto the bed letting loose a big sigh and went to sleep.

By the time she awoke the sun had already set, despite that, all she wanted was to get more sleep. The only thing that stopped her was the fact that she was beginning to feel the consequences of not eating the whole day. Yang rolled out of bed, barely getting her feet under her before she hit the ground. As she passed by Blake's room she could hear the faint sound of clicking keys and muttering, so she decided to just leave her alone. She made her way to the kitchen and rifled through the cabinets trying to find something that her less than stellar cooking ability could make. Eventually, she grabbed a can of tomato sauce, and some noodles, both of which had been sitting in there long enough to develop a thick layer of dust on top of them. She threw a pot of water onto the stove and decided to bite the bullet and talk to Blake.

Once Yang made it to Blake's room she slowly creaked open her door, "Hey Blake, are you going to want some dinner?"

Blake didn't respond for a little while, until shook her head regaining her focus and looked over at Yang, "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention, what was that?"

"Seriously? What is so interesting on that laptop that you won't listen to your roommate?"

"I'll tell you when I'm finished, what did you want?"

"I'm going to cook up dinner, did you want some?"

"Depends, does it take more than three steps?"

Yang glared at her, "I'm not going to light the stove on fire." There was a brief pause before she quietly added, "again..."

"If you're sure you won't give me food poisoning again then sure."

Yang flipped her off, "Fine you'll have to cook dinner for yourself then."

As Yang returned to the kitchen she saw that the pot was boiling over. "Damnit!" She exclaimed while she sprinted to get it off of the element.

"I thought you said you wouldn't set the stove on fire," Blake called out from the other room with a smile on her face.

"Hey, there wasn't a fire! The water was just boiling over." She snapped back.

Yang finished cooking the noodles, strained them, threw them on a plate, and poured some of the canned tomato sauce on top. It wasn't exactly gourmet, but it was cheap, easy, and filling.

"Blake get out of your room! I made pasta!" She called out despite Blake teasing her about her cooking skills earlier.

It took Blake several minutes before she finally got out of her room. She had put her robes back on and she had a seat on the floor at their coffee table. She didn't say anything to Yang, instead kept writing in her notebook with one hand, eating with the other.

"Blake." Yang said sighing, "Can't you take a break from that while you eat?"

"I will, just in a bit."

Yang quickly took her notebook away from her and threw it on the couch, "You'll get it back after you eat and get some rest."

Blake glared at her, but she knew better than to try to take it back by force. "Fine."

The two of them went back to eating, but despite the fact Yang had taken away Blake's notebook, Blake still ate in silence. She quickly finished her food, stood up, and reached for her book, but before she could touch it Yang lightly smacked her hand, "I said after you eat and sleep. You'll get this back in the morning."

Blake practically growled at her and went back to her room clearly upset with Yang.

"Why do I always have to act like her mom?" Yang thought to herself while she cleaned up the dishes.