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Eh Freedey et lest. I em luukeeng furverd tu a neece-a veekend veet Des Schneetzel und Glureea. Und um...zeere-a seemed tu be-a un inffloox ooff cheeckens yesterdey. Boot thet vesn't my foolt...I theenk.

Tudey's Menoo is:

-Peezza

-Meetlueff (surry, hed tu du it sumeteeme-a)

-Rulls

-Meexed Veggeees

-Epple-a Ceeder

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Cameron orders a pizza and takes a seat. Carefully. He's still sore.

Vala takes something called "Meetlueff", eyeing it cautiously, some rolls, and some ceeder and sits down next to him.

"Yo," Cameron grins. "I must be a luck guy to get the prettiest ~~and only~~ girl here to sit with me."

"I don't know," Vala says with a frown. "Aren't you going to ask me to beat you into a bloody pulp? You seem to be so into that lately."

Cameron sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I was more going to ask you for a kiss, but..." He shrugs and pokes his food.

Vala sighs and gives him a (gentle) kiss. "Seriously, what is up with you, YoYo? Any day now I expect to hear you're in the clinic with something broken."

"You won't. Aeryn wouldn't go that far and I haven't been in the gym since self-defense. I just..." He shrugs, because he's not entirely sure what happened there either. "I needed to get it out."

She frowns again. "You know, YoYo, there's that new doctor working in the clinic. I'm thinking maybe you should go and talk to her or something."

Cameron stares at Vala. "You want me to see a shrink?"

"It might save you from premature crippiling injury or death," she snapped back. "It was just an idea, o.k.?"

The crippling makes him wince and he drops his fork on the plate and pushes back his chair. "I'm fine. I'm not going crazy and I'm not suicidal. I don't need to talk to anyone. I know perfectly well what's going on in my own head, thank you very much."

"Fine!" Vala snaps. "Far be it for me to worry about my boyfriend or anything." She stabs a bit of the 'Meetlueff' visciously and eats it... making a face as she does so.

Cameron sighs and feels guilty for blowing up at her. He reaches out and gently pushes her hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry. I'm tired and I'm sore and... I don't want to talk to more people about this."

She sighs again. Dammit, he was too hard to stay mad at. "Can you at least try to get hit by less people over it then?"

"I'm thinking it was good that it was Aeryn," he admits as he leans in and and nuzzles his nose against her ear.

Vala refrains from saying it doesn't really seem to matter, and settles for leaning her cheek against his. "Maybe I should have a little talk with Aeryn then."

"No," Cameron says quickly, because that's not an argument he wants to witness. "I think she might be pretty sore right now too." He sighs and turns his head enough to kiss her cheek. "It's my fault it got out of hand. I lost it... If it had been someone else, they might be a lot more than just sore."

"You just keep losing it, Cam. I'm just afraid one of these times someone's going to get hurt."

He winces and pulls back. "That was different. This... I'm not going to hurt someone." Only, he kinda did, but he knows Aeryn can handle him. "I wouldn't hurt you oranyone else. I'm not..." Because suddenly he's scared that's what she thinks.

"I just think it might be a good idea for you to be able to deal with stuff without having to hit something. Or someone. O.K.?" She sighed. "Will you at least think about it?"

He stared at her, clearly not happy with where this conversation had headed. "Fine, I'll think about it." He relented and turned back to his food.

"Thank you," she said standing up with her tray ~~and almost tripping over a muppet chicken~~. She gave him a kiss on the cheek. "I've got to stop by Professor Pierson's office hours before Art lab, so I should go. See you later?"

He nodded. "Yeah, I got some cooking to do with Angel after class, so I might be a bit late." He might also be sulking.

Vala nods, ignoring the sulk, and heads out.

Togusa got a few slices of pizza and sat down, practically inhaling the pizza. Speech class had been canceled for some reason. He figured a day off would do a body good.

Walter sat down across from Togusa with a heavily laden tray, looking very tired.

"How's tricks?"

"Man, you don't look so good. Pup keep you awake?" He tried to slow his chewing down to what was considered polite in company. "Tricks?"

"No, I woke up on the clinic couch with a crick in my neck. Pup behaved in my room last night."

Walter proceeded to demonstrate to Togusa how it was possible to both hoover one's food and use some manners at the same time.

To which Togusa was impressed and followed suit. "Damn chickens are driving me nuts. I see one, I kick it. When is the principal going to take care of that problem?"

Walter shrugged and kept eating for a few minutes before answering. "I like them. Al adopted one, I think. It was still in our room when I got in.

"I have a hellpuppy, I don't think I can complain."

"How's the pup doing? Why were you in the clinic?" Togusa swallowed the last slice of pizza with all the skill a 15 year old that is extremely hungry can do.

"Pippi had an allergic reaction to a grindylow bite. It was bad for a while. I'm a little surprised I haven't heard from Smith about some damage I did to school property last night trying to get her some help."

Walter speared some vegetables and took another drink of his epple-a ceeder before speaking again. "Pup's doing well. He wants to follow me everywhere I go, though. There are already scratches all over the bottom of the dorm room door."

"Pippi? I'll have to talk to her and see how she is." He thought about Smith. "Yeah, you haven't gotten into trouble in a while, man. What's up with that?" He took a long drink from his coke.

"It's been two whole days," Walter agreed with a grin. "But Smith did say I was busted like a 'busted thing' so I guess my trouble's on it's way."

Speaking of...

"What are you and Tachikoma doing tonight? Would you be up for some pup-sitting? Victor and I have some plans and I don't want Pup alone."

"You and Victor have a date?" Togusa shrugged. "Okay, I'll puppy-sit. Any specific things that I should NOT do?"

A date. Yeah, that's what it was. Walter tried not to grimace at the fact that everybody and his sister seemed to know his personal affairs - not that Crichton and Adama had helped that.

"Don't encourage him to be aggressive. No chicken chasing, biting, chewing, hunting, or punting for Pup."

Togusa nodded. "No chicken chasing. I'll get it out of my system before you need me to puppy sit. No hunting or any other aggressive activities. Gotcha." He stood up to throw the remainders of food away. "Just find me when you need me." He dug in his pocket, pulled out a ten dollar bill and handed it to Walter.

"Have fun. I'll see you later!"

Walter looked at the money and shook his head... what was that for?

He tucked it in his pocket and finished his lunch before heading off to check on his hound.

Han takes the pizza. And wonders if Buffy will show

Buffy slides into a seat next to Han. She also has pizza.

"This week going any better?" He gives her a smile. "or do we need to meet on the roof tomorrow night for a smoke after I finish detention?"

Buffy smiles. "We can meet on the roof anyway?"

Han nods. "Sure. Assuming I'm in any sort of functioning order. I have another week like last week and you'll be smuggling me booze in the clinic."

He shrugs. "Classes are a big nothing. I helped Lana move. The high lights of my week."

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