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]

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.