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Anders twitches. "Oh, lords. I thought we were done with those frakkin' things." He gulps down half a glass of milk and shakes his head. "Trust me, it's probably a good thing you missed it."

Pippi walks up with a Greelled Cheeckee Ceeser Seled.

"Ohh, gremlin gossip? What happened?"

She looks at Anders, not sure if she's met him.

"Hi."

"Nothing happened. I think? Just discussing the relative safety of cafeteria food hallucinations compared to gremlin ones." Xander chomped on a spoonful of Meshed Putetues. "No hallucinations so far today, by the way. Assuming your pigtails are supposed to do that."

Pippi's eyes looked left and right at her braids.

"Well, I don't know about supposed to do it... But it's what they do... I like it."

She smiled at Xander.

"I thought the food was supposed to make you sing Abba or something."

"I like it too," Xander assured her. "It's just kind of impressively gravity-defying, so I didn't want to rule out hallucinations or spells."

He snickered about the singing. "Oh, yeah, Marty. Everything happens to Marty. I think as long as you skip the Hemmhe und Cheeszezuh Sammidgwiches, you're safe from the ABBA."

"Heh, you thik it defying now, you should see it when it's 'down'... Because when it's down... It's not. Ya know?"

Pippi remembered having Hemmhe und Cheeszezuh Sammidgwiches one day with Macbeth and didn't remember any Abba but nodded anyway.

"I'll add that to the list of things to look out for." she says with a smile. "And you lied to me by the way! The math teacher is not a gumball machine! Though he does give out brakefast treats... Which is even better I think."

"I... said that?" Xander tried to remember when he'd said that. Had he even met the math teacher? "Oh, yeah - I think I was saying you couldn't judge by appearances around here, and what you thought was a gumball machine might be the new math teacher. Glad the real one gives out better food, though - I don't have any math classes, but I might end up stopping by anyway. Between that and Professor Ted's free twinkies, I might never have to hit the cafeteria again."

"You eat twinkies? I had to set some on fire for Grissom's class, but eat them? Are you insane?"

Walter grimaced and realized he hadn't actually ever been introduced to the twinkie-eating weirdo. "I am Walter." He stuck out a hand, that was regrettably (or not) not holding a twinkie.

"Xander." Xander shalf-rose and shook his hand. "I eat Twinkies. I may or may not be insane, and that may or may not be a direct cause or effect of the eating of Twinkies and other prepackaged baked goods. Also, I like pie."

He held up the boysenberry pie, which had at least three smallish slices left. "Pie?"

Offering Walter food has a single response. "Yes, thank you." He held out his plate.

"It is my pleasure to meet a man with pie. And I know many insane people who have never laid eyes on a twinkie, let alone eaten one, so I will withhold judgement on the cause and effect of twinkie eating on your sanity."

"I would miss you... Not that we've been eating lunch all this time... But still."

Xander grinned. "There is the 'interacting with other beings in a non-teachery environment' factor going fo the cafeteria."

"Nothing this time," Anders says to the new girl, waving. "Apparently we missed something about gremlins, so I was just tellin' Victor here he's probably better off for it. C'mon over, have a seat."

He smiles and sticks out a hand in greeting. "Hi. Anders."

Pippi takes a seat next to Anders and shakes his hand. Blah blah blah very firm grip for a girl her size but not painfully so.

"I'm not Anders, I'm Pippi... Oh! You're Anders! I think we're on the Beautification Team together."

His eyes widen momentarily at the strength of her grip, but he laughs and shakes her hand anyway. "Hiya, Pippi. So what'd you do to get stuck on that team?"

Pippi considers this.

"I think the final straw was taping the golf cart to the wall outside Smith's office and Pip suggesting that it be used as an inbox... Which he is. You?"

Anders chokes on a gulp of milk at that. "Whoa. That was you guys? Man. That takes some work." He whistles. "And all I did was get in a fight."

"Fighting's fun, but the inbox is useful."

Anders acknowledges this with a nod. "'s true. Maybe next time I'll just turn Kennedy into a lawn ornament. Or a doorstop."

A wicked grin suddenly grew on Victor's face. "I think I have an idea."

"Oh gods." Anders shakes his head. "Don't tempt me, or Cally's gonna kick my ass."