Food Appreciation [Class Four, Period #3]

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Marshall was just kind of staring at everybody when class started. He didn't look angry or anything. He was just staring, maybe looking a bit worried.

A little more staring.

A little more...

"I'M AFRAID TO TALK TO EVERYBODY TODAY," he said suddenly. "So far today I told a radio squirrel that if I were another squirrel I'd totally tap that and I told Ted that I didn't really mind his red cowboy boots!"

Ignore the fact that nobody here knew who Ted was.

"What if I start doing lecture and I suddenly start talking about how I think Kaylee's little accent is about the cutest thing I've ever heard and how that sometimes I want to ruffle Sam's hair because it looks fun?" Marshall's eyes widened. "Oh god, I'm doing it already!"

He pointed at the buffet table which had all sorts of moddable sandwiches and subs on them.

"Sandwiches! They're delicious and easy to make! Eat them!" Marshall said. "And for the love of god, someone save me from myself!"

Comments

Re: Talk To Marshall

[lovemykilt]

"I totally get it. Salads are definitely female. Especially when they have stuff like dried cranberries added in. Have you ever had a chicken salad sandwich with dried cranberries? It's really good. Like, sex-good. I think. I've never had sex. Is your wife hot?"

Holy hell, he just might hate this school right now.

Re: Talk To Marshall

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

Marshall didn't even have a chance to give Priestly a "that's inappropriate, young man" look before he was bursting out an answer.

"My wife is the sexiest woman I've ever seen! She teaches here, in the Childhood Development class. You should check her out and be jealous of me," Marshall said excitedly. "Oh, and don't worry about being a virgin. I didn't lose my virginity until freshman year of college. My roommate was there. We thought he was asleep."

Oh, god, Marshall. Stop talking.

Re: Talk To Marshall

[lovemykilt]

"With your wife?" 'Cause that was totally the most important part of what Marshall was saying. "You met and lost your virginity to your wife and now she's your wife and she's still totally hot? Man, you are so living the dream."

Poor little hopeless romantic. "Of course she's hot if she's here, though. All the girls here are hot. It's insane. And almost kind of creepy."

Re: Talk To Marshall

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

"Yep. Lily's the only woman for me," Marshall said with a dopey grin on his face. "The girls here are hot. Some of the guys too. Ronon has amazing hair."

Marshall's eyes widened. "I just said that out loud, didn't I?"

Re: Talk To Marshall

[lovemykilt]

"Yeah, you did. You're talking about the sadistic P.E. guy? His hair is pretty cool. Almost makes me wish I'd decided to go the rasta route instead of the punk one. But I thought I'd look like one of those white guys who are total tools and trying to be black. We've got a lot of those back home. White guy tools. Not black guys. I mean, we've got a fair amount of black guys, too. And not to say black guys can't be tools, because they totally can and holy crap, am I being racist? Tell me I'm not being racist."

Priestly snapped his mouth shut sharply and wondered if he could staple his mouth shut and call it a piercing.

Re: Talk To Marshall

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

"I don't think you're being racist. And that's the truth because...I can't seem to say anything else," Marshall told him. "I hate this town right now."

Re: Talk To Marshall

[lovemykilt]

"Me too. Does this happen a lot? Because I'm trying really hard to keep people from finding out my first name."

And then he took another large bite of BLT. Just in case it tried to come sneaking out his mouth while he wasn't paying enough attention to what he was saying.

Re: Talk To Marshall

[baskiceball.livejournal.com]

"Oh, sure, stuff like this happens all the...what's your first name?" he asked. Marshall could have probably checked the roster but here's the thing...Marshall was lazy.

Re: Talk To Marshall

[lovemykilt]

Crap. Priestly tried to smother his answer in a cough. "Boaz."