El Luncho

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Tudey's menoo is:

Mecurunee und Cheese-a

Beked Putetu

"Hi Dad" Suoop ((OOC: Cool points if you know where that is from.))

Apple-a Piee-a

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[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

[pure-blooddraco.livejournal.com]

[kawalsky.livejournal.com]

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

[[*adds squeeness even though she shouldn't be in school*]]

[soldtoarmenians]

[ooc - *slaps Xander for vague ooc-but-ic angst about how even Goofy's kid had a better father-son relationship than he did* No, you cannot pretend you tried making Hi Dad Soup and got yelled at for setting of the smoke alarm, dipshit; you were 14 when that movie came out.]

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

[ooc: You rock my socks, dude! "How many cups of sugar does it take to get to the moon?" *squeals like the fanboy he is*]

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip, feeling brave and secrtely having a great love for Mecurunee und Cheese-a, slips in and spoons himself a hideously large portion. He grabs some apple pie for good measure, hearing that it was a classic American dish. Or something.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Moving a little stiffly and with a livid red scrape along his jaw, Walter loads his tray with a lot of everything and looks around for a place to sit. A thin stream of smoke guides him to the smoking section, which, as far as he can tell, is wherever he or Pip sits first.

"Room for one more?"

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

"Sure," Pip says, sliding the cigarette pack across the table. "Help yourself, I promise it isn't American." He looks over Walter. "You alright, mon ami? You look kind of beat up and kind of... unsettled. Sleep alright?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter grimaces at the beat up comment. "Alanna's self defense class last night. I went a little too easy on Nadia."

He plops himself down across from Pip and takes a cigarette, nodding his thanks and lighting up. "Weird dreams, too. Must be something in the air. Maybe a gremlin bit me or something."

[cyclopeanmerc.livejournal.com]

Pip tries not to laugh at the image of Walter having his ass handed to him by Nadia. "Yeah, never underestimate people. I thought you, of all people, would know that."

He takes a drag on his cigarette. "Weird dreams? What kind of weird dreams? I had a weird dream about Angenlina Jolie last night, myself."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"I was trying to go easy on her. It's hard to adjust between full out and safe for humans."

He looks down at his tray and eats quickly for a few minutes before answering Pip's question about dreams. "It's hard to explain. With the things I've seen, I don't know why this is sticking with me. And if you're giving me shit for sparring with Nadia, I don't think I want to hear what you say about the dream."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders comes in after gym and helps himself to a couple of baked potatoes, soup, and apple pie, then takes a seat and looks around for Cally.

He's sincerely hoping that yesterday's behavior was entirely due to the gremlin bite, and not some unholy combination of venom and cafeteria food.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John walks into the lunchroom and "Hi Dad" Suoop because soup is good. Or something.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders tosses a gumball over onto John's table and just barely avoids landing it in the soup.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

The gumballs rolls near towards his hand and John frowns at it.

"Mr. Gumball, that wasn't very nice. Where'd you come from?" And know flings the gumball back in Anders' direction.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders catches it and makes a vaguely rude gesture at John, grinning.

"Nice to see you too, Crichton."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Anders!" John says, feigning surprise. "Where there's gumballs, there's Anders. How's it goin, man?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders rolls his eyes at John's obviously fake reaction, amused. "Pretty good. How 'bout you? I swear I haven't seen you in days, dude."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia just doesn't have the energy to head upstairs and make herself something for lunch, so she braves the cafeteria. She grabs some of the "Mecurunee und Cheese-a" and "Apple-a Piee-a". After a moment, she also goes for the "putetu" and the suoop.

She's never been one to turn down food when it's offered.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter waves to Nadia on his way to join Pip for lunch. He's stiff, but working hard to cover it. The red scrape along his jaw isn't something he can cover, though.

"How's the ankle today?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia smiled. "I went to the clinic earlier. It's doing okay." She winked. "How about you?"

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"You didn't get any vital bits. Not for lack of trying, though." He rubbed his hand carefully along his jaw. "I'll know to wear a cup the next time we do that."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia grinned. "Basic self-defense for women. Aim for where it hurts the most."

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward shuffled into the cafeteria, glancing around and getting pretty much one of everything. He sat himself down at a table and pulled a small notebook out from his jacket, flipping through it while he ate.