Lunch - Monday - 5/14

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The Chef looked positively giddy about working near the cabins. He loved the great outdoors. Das Schnitzel was the outdoors-y type too. She was in a corner whittling...something.

"Guud murneeng stoodents! I em su gled tu be-a beck et vurk! In zee ooootduurs! Veet noo stoodents!"

Tudey's Menoo:

-Cheeseboorgers

-French Freees

-Seled

-S'Mures

((For newbies: This is where you eat...lunch. Yep. Mingle, eat, emo. Whatever. The Chef is insane but luckily he's got his talking chicken, Das Schnitzel to balance out his crazyness with normality. If you ever want anything specific for lunch or want to play out a scene with the Chef e-mail me at heyjude2187@aol.com))
((Oh, and there will be s'mores for dessert until they are out of the cabins. Because the Chef likes making them))

Comments

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

Mikey kind of stared blankly back at her.
This sort of question was something he was getting often. It was also one he really wasn't prepared to answer.
"Uh. Dude? Because I'm a five-foot turtle who hails from New York?"

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

The blank staring continued. "So? And?"

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

Yes, this was possibly a blank-stare-a-thon.
"New Yorkers think that giant talking turtles are kinda... not normal? Like, freaky and stuff?"

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

"Really? How weird," Buffy said, amazed. Yes, she'd definitely been here too long.

[halfshell-hero.livejournal.com]

Mikey nodded sadly.
"Human-type New Yorkers are totally crazy or something," he had to agree.

[1ordinarygirl.livejournal.com]

"You should move to LA," Buffy recommended, taking a bite of her very normal cheeseburger. "I'm pretty sure no one would care about you being a turtle there."