Lunch

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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!

Comments

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

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

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"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."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"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.

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Is Callisto like that? Non talky?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Actually she's pretty good," Angel admitted. "When we were out on Sunday we did the small talk thing and the what if I turn evil and she has to kill me thing. It was nice. Comfortable."

[np. same here.]