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Guud murneeng stoodents! Vetch oooot fur tinsel in yuoor fuud! I'fe-a beee decureteeng.

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"And that too." Conner decided that taking a big bite of mashed potatoes was a better option than saying something possibly even more dorky at that point.

Peter mushed his meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans together before starting to eat. "Has anything interesting gone on this week? Beyond your very bright clothing situation?" He asked with a grin.

Conner stared at the mushing process with a very tiny bit of horror. "So far? Not that I know of. It's been pretty quiet with you troublemakers out on the road," he teased.

"Oh yes, well, we shall have to get right on that," Peter replied, laughing and not noticing the mushing-induced horror. "Perhaps we could try to glue you to something this time?"

"I have enough problems with being stuck right now, thanks!" Snickering, Conner shook his fork at Peter and narrowly missed hitting him with a bit of mashed potato.

"And I don't think nail varnish remover will unstick you," Peter said. "Though," he tried to keep a straight face as he pretended to think. "Have you tried it?"

"Haven't tried that," Conner said. "Z tried scissors, though, and no dice."

"We could fill up the pool with the remover? Dip you in," Peter replied, amused at the picture.

"That much of it might be poisonous," Conner said dubiously, although he had to admit the picture was amusing.

"Ah, that would be bad," Peter agreed. He glanced at the helmet. "At least that's not stuck on."

"Good thing, too, or I couldn't eat," Conner said with a nod. "People keep wanting to tap on it, though. Not that I blame them."

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