Lunch Tuesday 3/6

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Guud murneeng stoodents! I hupe-a yuoo injuyed yuoor furst dey beck! Nu detenshuns yet I hupe-a. Yuoo cheeldree cun be-a su nooghty.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Cheeckee Put Pie-a

-Fried Zucchini

-Seled

-Peech Cubbler

Comments

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Nodding, she understood that. "I know you are." Goes hand in hand with caring for someone.

Tilting her head, she was surprised a little when he apologized to her. It was really unexpected. "No, Chad, don't be sorry. I have nothing to forgive you for. You missed him; those kinds of feelings overlap anything or anyone else." She smiled gently. "I can be pushy, I know it."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"M'kinda glad you were," Chad grunted a little. "If I wasn't being such an ass, that carnival would've been a lot of fun."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

Chuckling, she replied, "It was fun. I still had fun, Chad."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"...Yeah?" Chad sounded very doubtful. He even looked a little doubtful. Kind of.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She played with a piece of lettuce and nodded, "Yeah. Really. I socialized a good bit while you contemplated your soup bowl."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"...That soup bowl needed a lot of contemplation," Chad responded in defense, with a slight grin.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"I'm sure it did. Eat me or eat me not." She might have snorted a little and cracked a grin.

But her features changed a little and she admitted softly, "I need to tell you I'm sorry too."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Chad arched an eyebrow at her. Not that she could see it with his hair, but, y'know. The frown was a little noticable, though. She was awesome and he was an ass. What did she have to apologize for?

"What for?"

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Well, the other night. Friday actually. I was there, at Caritas. And...you were too...and I didn't bother to even say hey or anything and I don't know if you even saw me..."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, but...you were with someone," Chad said, trying to remember who. Some blonde guy he didn't think he knew. "An' I didn't really want to be bothered that night, anyway."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, that's kind of how I looked at it too. But just in case we saw it differently, I wanted to toss that sorry out there."

She grinned. "You know, Chad, sometimes I think I think too much."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

"Maybe a little," Chad agreed softly, before a mouthful of put pie-a, and thinking maybe sometimes he didn't think enough.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

She was quiet for a little while, letting him eat, then said softly, "I think you are wonderful, Chad. You have this unique ability to make me feel as though everything is okay. I hope you know you can always count on me, for anything. Even when Teddy doesn't ask me to look after you."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

Annette had caught Chad with a fork half-way to his mouth, so, jaw slightly hanging open, he stared at her sudden revelation, then blinked, not knowing what to think. It seemed really out of no where, and caught him off guard, but, really, the idea that someone like Annette was sitting there telling him he was wonderful was just..strange and confusing and something that he wasn't really used to. Just like Teddy yesterday. No one...ever said stuff like that to him before. Ever.

And he didn't know how to respond. He set his fork down, closed his mouth, and looked at Annette a moment longer as he tried to figure something out. To come up with something, anything to say that might let her know he appriciated her words.

"...Really?" was all that managed to come out.

Nice, Yasutora. Real nice.

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

It was amusing, watching him. It was not hard to tell that she caught him off guard and she thought probably she was a little too sentimental. But Annette was careful in her picking of friends and deep down, she felt that Chad was genuine. He may not say much, and grunt even more, but she knew if she ever needed him for anything he wouldn't hesitate to be there for her. Least it was how she felt.

"Yeah," she replied, looking back down at her bowl. Getting up from the table, she came around to his side and bent slightly, moving to kiss his cheek. "Take care of yourself, Chad. I've got to go now."

[senor-chado.livejournal.com]

The kiss on the cheek was even more of a surprise than the long litany of words, which explained the delay in the small smile that melted from the initial response of tensing slightly. He grunted a little, feeling both amused and embarrassed, and a little flustered. "T..take care, Annette," he eventually managed.