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Lunch

Yuoo hefe-a mede-a it thruoogh zee veek my leettle-a doompleengs. Cungretooleshuns!

Tudey's Menoo is:

Cheeckee-a in da beskee-a!

The Chef takes one of his chickens (named Gloria) and tosses her into the basketball hoop he has placed in the cafeteria. He obviously scores since he has been doing this since the seventies.

French Freees

Tacu Seled

S'mures!

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John grabs some Tacu Seled and takes a seat at a table. He's hungry, ravenous for some reason.

Angel sat down across from John. "I'm going to die."

The Chef has Das Schnitzel walk over to Angel with a cup of otters blood. He likes to keep all of his students well fed.

"Oh. Uh. Cool." Angel said. He sniffed it ~~because sometimes the love potion settles to the bottom~~. "Otter? Nice. Got a little pig I could chase this down with?"

"Why're you going to die?" John asks.

"Dance. Tonight. Me. Callisto." Angel bottom-lined it. "I'm either going to die, or I should. Preferably before it happens."

[np, about to grab lunch soon. life imitates art!]

"Are you scared of the dance or are you scared of Callisto as your date? Or a little bit of both?" John finishes his food and leans forward. "I don't think she'll kill you or anything. She does seem fond of you."

"Callisto I can cope with now." Angel said. "I can go on a thousand dates with Callisto and be totally fine. And here's why: none of those dates, except tonight, would involve dancing."

"Who says you have to dance?" John asks. "You could be a wallflower or you guys could hang out by the food table. Does Callisto wanna dance?"

"I don't know. We kinda talked about it but it turned into this whole thing with Parker and jazz hands. You don't wanna know."

Angel looked hopeful. "Wallflower's an option? Because I'm good at that. It's like brooding, but I stand."

"Exactly. Brooding but you stand," John agrees. "And if she wants to dance...well, you'll just have to fake it. Don't step on her toes, don't grab somewhere that's off limits and don't dirty dance unless she's up for that."

Angel looked ~~pouty~~ wistful. "I can do slow dancing."

"Slow dancing works," John replies. "She might prefer that even. It's romantic."

"Think the Dusted Bunnies are going to play anything slow?"

"I bet you could make a request or...." And John stops to smile wickedly. "Ask Callisto to sing."

"Does - does she like singing?" Angel asked. He tried to remember if that had come up during pageant rehearsal, but for the most part he'd blocked out the entire thing. Thank god for coping mechanisms.

[going afk for a bit, back later]

"She sang on Parent's Weekend," John tells him. "You should ask her to sing. I bet she'll enjoy it."

"Okay, I'll try that," Angel said. "What about you and Aeryn? You going?"

"You know, I don't know. Aeryn had a bad day yesterday so I really didn't bring it up," John says and shrugs. "I'm sure we'll at least make an appearance. She liked Homecoming Dance and all."

"She had a bad day? What's up?"

"Don't know." Another shrug. "She's not big on talking. I think she just felt out of whack with classes starting again and having to rearrange her schedule...again."

"Problems with teachers?" Angel asked, not without fellow-feeling.

"Maybe." John takes a sip of his drink. "I'll have to ask her tonight. It's hard to tell what she's feeling sometimes because she keeps it all inside. I have to push her to open up and that only pisses her off."

"Yeah, us stoic types tend not to like that," Angel agreed. "Be nice if we could just send you the thought by telepathy or something and then never have to talk again."

The wistful look was back.

"Is Callisto like that? Non talky?"

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