Challenge: There is an argument about the bathroom schedule- Cole comes to Nya's defense.

"It's the logical way!" said Kai, folding his arms. "We're the one who have to finish faster!"

Cole sighed, trying to bury his nose deep enough in his book to block out the argument in the bunkroom. Since the Bounty had only one bathroom with a tub, disputes about who got to shower first were common. It didn't help that the ninja didn't usually shower in the morning like most people; they trained in the morning, so showering just beforehand would be pretty useless. Instead, they usually showered after training or before bed, which meant that everyone needed the bathroom at a different time on different days. Forming a consistent schedule was almost impossible.

"You don't have to finish any faster than I do! I have responsibilities too!" Nya was saying. Cole peeked ever so slightly over the top of his book.

The current case under review was Nya v. Essentially Everyone Else. Kai claimed that Nya always took longer to wash up, since she insisted on blow-drying her hair and doing other girly things that nobody quite knew the nature of and didn't want to ask. The others tended to agree, and they also argued that they had to shower sooner to be ready for ninja patrols and such.

On the other side, Nya argued that she didn't take any longer than the guys, and that she also had to train and patrol just like they did. It was quite the impasse. Sensei Wu wisely stayed out of it. Cole tried to do the same, but it was hard when the debate was going on right in the same room.

"Responsibilities or not, you always take forever," said Kai. "We can't tell the citizens of New Ninjago City that we let criminals get away because we were waiting for you to finish fussing with your hair!"

"ExCUSE me?!" Nya bristled. "I take less time 'fussing over my hair' than you do!"

"You do take a while," admitted Lloyd, who was often stuck taking his turn after Kai. The fire ninja gave him a glare.

"Come on, Nya," coaxed Jay. "It wouldn't be so bad to go last, would it? You could be all relaxed because you wouldn't have to worry about anyone waiting to shower after you."

"I thought at least you'd be on my side!" protested Nya indignantly. She turned to Zane. "Come on, back me up! I don't take longer, do I?"

"Well . . . " Zane shrugged awkwardly. "My memory banks indicate that you do take about five minutes longer than the group average."

"Wh—what?! That's not a fair measure! Everyone takes longer than average because the average is really low. And the average is low because YOU are a Nindroid and take like two-minute showers! Take the median time, not the mean!"

"Are you seriously dragging math into this?"

"Well, sor-ry for actually being smart!"

"You saying I'm not smart?"

"What was your first clue?!"

"Know-it-all."

"Dummy!"

"Shower hog!"

"You guyyyyyyys," groaned Cole, finally whapping his book down on the bed. "Can we all just calm down and grow up?"

"Hey, if you're not going to take a side, stay out of it," said Kai irritably.

"Okay then, I'll take a side. Nya, you can take my turn. I'll go last."

"Wha—really?" Nya looked at Cole with a mixture of surprise and delight. Kai sputtered.

"You're taking her side? Come on! That's—that's like, a sellout or something!"

"I don't remember any rule saying I have to side with you guys," said Cole blandly, picking up his book again. "Now if we can all stop talking about girls and showers? . . . "

That shut the others up quickly and thoroughly.

That afternoon, Cole met Nya in the hallway, carrying a towel and her shower caddy.

"Hey," she said, giving him a smile. "Thanks for giving up your turn."

"It's no problem," said Cole, shrugging. "I always train longer than the others, so I don't mind going last."

Chuckling understandingly, Nya went to open the bathroom door. Then she shut it again. The water in the tub was running.

"Kai!" she thumped on the door. "No fair sneaking in before me! It's my turn!"

"Aw, geez." Cole groaned. "Really?"

"Never mind." Jaw set, Nya stalked down the hallway. Cole backed out of her way as she strode past.

"Where are you going?"

"To get the coldest glass of water I can get," said Nya grimly, already halfway into the kitchen. "I'm throwing it over the shower curtain."