http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/ ([identity profile] http://users.livejournal.com/swedish_chef_/) wrote in [community profile] fandomhigh2007-09-10 08:55 am
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Lunch - Monday 9/10

Guud murneeng stoodents! Yuoo meeght vunt tu keep evey frum zee cheeckens tudey. I theenk zeey ere-a getteeng seeck.

Tudey's Menoo:

-Cheeckee Feengers

-Ooneeun Reengs

-Seled

-Cheeseceke-a
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[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-09-10 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Adah ducked her head to hid a smile; she was losing her ability, she feared, to be able to laugh on the inside without even showing anything on the outside.

"Either way; whatever works best for you."

[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com 2007-09-10 06:14 pm (UTC)(link)
"If I had two books, I could do both." Writing that surprised him but he didn't take it back. Not that he could but he didn't want to. "Either way, okay. And you're welcome to come by my room. If you'd like."

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-09-10 06:25 pm (UTC)(link)
"Stairs are difficult," Adah explained, pausing a bit to look at the words before she hesitantly added, "but the practice might be good for me. Also, even just one book is two books. One book forwards, another book backwards. Perhaps on one day it can be one, and on the other the next."

[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com 2007-09-10 06:37 pm (UTC)(link)
He'd never thought to look at books that way before.

"One day, one book, the next day, the other book," he wrote. "Wednesday, I'll bring my book to the library for you. And check out the one you recommended. And one day after that, I'll bring you another book and read some of it out loud while I'm there."

[identity profile] ecirpnellehada.livejournal.com 2007-09-10 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Adah smiled lightly at the words on the paper.

"I'd like that a lot," she wrote back, sitting back a little with her head ducked shyly as she slowly slid her tray of food in front of her. She couldn't imagine having anything more to say; she didn't trust herself to be able to maintain the general sort of pleasant feeling that came with it if she kept trying, so she figured it was time to quietly eat now.

[identity profile] stupid-toasters.livejournal.com 2007-09-10 06:56 pm (UTC)(link)
Lee tapped the paper filled with writing with his fingers a few times before returning to his own tray of food.

He didn't move back to his original seat.
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