Lunch - Wednesday 1/10

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Guud murneeng stoodents! Ve-a hefe-a reeched zee meeddle-a ooff zee furst veek! Unybudy dead yet? No? YEY!

Tudey's Menoo:

-Mecurunee und Cheese-a

-Seled

-Beked Beuns

-Ceke-a

Comments

[iftheseshadows.livejournal.com]

Oh, it was hard and for a few minutes Neil just sat there blinking and trying to comprehend the bit about the squirrels.

"Guess...that sort of explains why things on the radio are kinda, screwy. Squirrels are known for being indecisive."

Giving his head a shake, Neil tried to bring his focus back on what was really the important meat of the conversation and he found himself blushing all over again.

"Well you can tell him I'm more than happy to be a friend but I promise I am not scamming or otherwise looking upon you in an innapropriate manner."

Neil paused then seemed to realize how that might sound and he quickly began to back peddle a bit.

"Not that you're not totally viable for looking upon in an innapropriate manner, just that I wouldn't do that...since you have a boyfriend and I respect that." Neil trailed off, wondering if he sounded as painfully pathetic to Isabel as he did to himself and then he looked around for any lingering squirrels.

"Totally not scamming, squirrels."

[izzyalienqueen.livejournal.com]

"Yup that and the fact that some of the broadcasters are...," Isabel cut off her usual response of batshit crazy, "of questionable sanity. I mean seriously? Last night? Hades? Then again, this is Fandom."

Isabel smiled at the comment to the squirrels and decided it was probably best not to point out to Neil that looking was certainly not an issue and that she had no intention of not looking. Cause he was cute. Especially when he blushed. "That's good. Friends. No scamming. There's no problem with that. Not at all."