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Guud murneeng stoodents! I vuke-a up thees murneeng und smelled Chreestmes in zee eur! It mede-a me-a sneeze-a.

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"Mm, true," Mac acquiesced. "It's probably the most harmless food out there. Except marshmallows. They're also pretty squishy and unhurty."

"That's my new weapon of choice, then," Chad nodded, wondering how ~~and certainly not conveniently later today~~ he could get some. "Marshmallows."

Mac grinned, "Glad to be able to help."

"You know, marshmallows would probably be better. Easier to get on target, and such," she mused.

"And tastier," Chad thought. Marshmallows were totally better than popcorn in his opinion.

"Seeing as they're basically made of sugar and not a whole lot else," Mac said. "Yeah, I can get with that point of view."

"Also, they'd match your ourfit."

"Matching is very important," he agreed with a firm nod. He adjusted the ears just a little bit to make sure they were straight.

Mac tugged on her pink hair highlights, then tapped her, also pink, shirt. "I've got colour co-ordination down to a fine art, my friend."

"That you do," Chad said, realizing an overwhelming feeling of pink at the table all of a sudden. If the world was suddenly taken over by pink-loving aliens, he and Mac would be safe. Maybe even be named king and queen of earth, or something. That's be pretty cool.

"You don't get quite the same effect when you don't have a scheme going on," she said. "Gotta go all out, otherwise, it just doesn't work so well."

"A lot can be said for subtlty, though," Chad said, for the sake of subtle disagreement to prove his point all the better.

Mac smirked. "When it comes to colour, I do not know the definition of subtle."

She was talking to a guy in a very pink shirt, known for other shirts that could blind lesser men. Chad could only grin a little.

"We're kinda similar in that way," she added, grinning back. "Nice shirt, by the way."

"Thanks," he said, tugging at the collar a bit as he straightened to show it off. "One of my favourites."

"Shirts are the key part of any ensemble," Mac said with a nod. "They've got to really make you stand out, else it's just no good."

Chad gave off a thoughtful grunt. "You think that's why I wear such loud shirts? I feel I have trouble standing out otherwise?"

Mac looked at him. "Well, you're not exactly a blend into the background kinda guy, I'll give you that." She leaned her elbows onto the table as she continued, "Then again, my version of psychoanalysis isn't necessarily to be trusted."

"No? What makes it faulty?"

"Well, nothing in particular," Mac replied. "Just, I'm not always that good at judging people." ~~Says the girl whose first boyfriend turned out to be evil.~~

"Well, there's a difference between judging people and stating clear obvious facts. I couldn't hide in a crowd even if I wanted to."

Mac shrugged. "You could if it was a crowd Chad-clones. Round here, it could happen," she pointed out.

Chad blinked at her. "That's be a little frightening."

"Some guy who was basically a clone of my Media teacher hit on my yesterday," Mac said. "Now that, was creepy."

Was it bad that the first thing in Chad's head was to ask if he was at least hot?

Probably. So, instead, he went with a harmless, "That is a little creepy."

He was, not that Mac would admit that. And he had been damn fun to ~~not so~~ subtly insult.

"Yup, now I've seen his doppelganger wink at me, I'll never look at him in quite the same way again."