( the arrival of their meal stills her thoughts on caffeine consumption and-slash-or the pros and cons of getting said caffeine to-go. instead, her attention shifts to just how impossibly good her food smells, the way the wide, deep bowl filled with steaming hot broth and noodles and thin cuts of pork (and so on and so forth, all the accoutrements of ramen neatly packed inside) makes her mouth water just from looking at it.

she's exactly distracted enough to not notice when clary pipes up again, her statement about the gym going in one ear and otu the other until the upward tilt of the end of a question catches her by surprise. ) I — am I a... oh. ( is she? well, technically the school year hadn't quite finished when she'd been summoned to this place, but the calendar here said august, so kimberly assumes she's technically a graduate by now. even if she doesn't have the official diploma to show for it. )

I was, yeah, but I haven't, like, enrolled anywhere else. ( college had always been an expectation, but now... with the rangers, with the complicated mess of emotions that came up any time she thought about the other members of her team, individually or together, kimberly wasn't sure she was ready to leave angel grove. not if it meant leaving them behind. ) I'm still trying to figure that part out, I guess. The "what do I do with my life now" part.

What about you?