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!

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[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

"Two detentions, but classes are all pretty easy. Of course,I'm taking easy classes. Why break my brain when I've already gotten into the Academy?"

He slides a small box across the table. "Happy Hanukkah, a little late, from a mutual friend. He sent them back with me and said to tell you he remembers you fondly." (Inside the box are six diamond solitaire earrings, ranging from 1/4 to 1/2 caret)

[forlornslayer.livejournal.com]

Buffy stares at the earrings in disbelief. She looks at Han. "He never does anything small, does he?"

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han shakes his head. "Never." He gives her a small smile. "I had a nice holiday week, but he spent most of it working. Bagoas says he falls asleep on the sofa or in the recliner as many nights as not, and I don't think I saw him without at least one phone in his ear."

He pauses for a bite of salad. "He does think of you fondly though. I told him I was kinda keeping an eye on you and he laughed and said you could take care of yourself. I know you can. You just look kinda lonely a lot of the time."

[forlornslayer.livejournal.com]

"I miss him, but I guess I wasn't his type. I'm getting used to it."

Buffy is hesitant for a moment, because she didn't want to cross Han's boundaries, but she finally squeezes his arm.

"You do, too," she says softly. "Perhaps, perhaps we could watch out for each other?"

Just because they are perfectly capable of taking care of themselves doesn't mean that it doesn't feel nice having someone looking out for you sometimes."

[12parseckessel.livejournal.com]

Han smiles at her. "I wouldn't mind. I miss both of them, really." He gives a small, wry smile. "Let me clue you in: women in general weren't Frank's type. Don't take it personal."

He looks at the demolished remains of his tecu seled. "You want to do this regularly? Like a standing Friday lunch date?"