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Lunch - Tuesday 1/30

Guud murneeng stoodents! Hefeeng a stoodent vhu hes gune-a efeel is no ixcoose-a tu skeep a guud loonch. Su eet!

Tudey's Menoo:

-Cheeckee Put Pie-a

-Meshed Putetues

-Seled

-Browneees

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Nadia stabbed at a carrot, and then watched as it skittered off her plate and onto the table. "We need a happier topic."

Hmm, happy topics. Immediately, everything that came to mind was Teddy, but they'd done that one. So he thought again. Cheerleading came to mind, but that was definately not happy.

"...Band stuff?" he tried.

"Think we might go on the road again, soon?"

"Hope so," Chad said. "A gig would be good fer us, I think."

"Not to mention getting off the island for a bit."

The bobbing of Chad's head was enthusiastic. Enthusiastic for him, anyway. "Yeah. Hey. I didn't kill anyone in driver's ed today." Although he should have. "Think Parker'll let me drive Dave soon?"

Nadia laughed. "She might in hopes of you killing Dave . . . I don't think she likes that van very much."

Chad's mouth hung open in muted shock, forkful of pot pie halted half-way to his mouth.

"How could anyone not like Dave?"

Nadia shrugged. "Some people don't like spicy food, either. I don't pretend to understand it."

Don't like....! Nadia's crazy talk was getting even more crazy, so he figured he'd best throw out the trump card now, and discover if all was lost.

"C'mon, Nadia. Next you'll be telling me that some people don't like boykissy."

He meant it as a joke. Mostly.

"I've heard rumors of such a beast, though I have not seen it, myself," Nadia grinned. "Some people are just weird."

Chad shook his head. "What's the world coming to?"

"Madness," Nadia said dramatically. "Utter madness."

After another bite of his lunch, Chad thought to ask, "Hey, I heard something about boykissy in the third floor common room this weekend. Y'wouldn't have to know anything about that, would ya?"

"You mean the distraction the guys used to try and raid the girls' sleepover?"

"S'that what that was?" Chad grunted a small laugh. "Nice."

"As far as distractions go, it wasn't bad. Pretty successful, apparently, too."

Grinning slightly, Chad shook his head. There might have been a small sense of regret for having missed all that on a first hand level until he remembered why it was he missed it.

"Hey, ya know if they'll replace your matress if ya need to?" he asked. Yes, it was a very logical jump in conversation.

Nadia couldn't help but start giggling as her mind jumped to just why Chad might have to have his mattress replaced. "I didn't. But good to know."

"What's so funny?"

Nadia giggled a bit more. "You needed a new mattress. Must've been doing something interesting with the old one. . . ."

So...Nadia was either smarter than Chad gave her credit for when it came to following his line of thought, or she just had a really dirty mind and a lucky guess. He pointed a fork idly at her. "Hey," he said, with a defensive grunt, "technically, I didn't do anything to it. S'all Ted's fault."

Dios, Chad loved super-strength...

That? Really only got more giggling. "Even Walter and I haven't managed to wear out a mattress."

"We didn't wear it out," Chad said, rather clueless to the fact that he probably wasn't helping his case much. "Jus' got holes ripped in it."

Nadia stopped giggling and raised an eyebrow. "Kinky."

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