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

[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?"