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Lunch: 1/26/06

Happy humming can be heard from the cafeteria kitchen today. A rather surprisingly legible menu is placed out for the students to peruse.

Liver with a side of fava beans

Shepherd's Pie

Sweetbreads

Sausage Pizza

Lady Fingers

Jell-o (in Cherry, Strawberry, and Raspberry)

Tiramisu

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"Vampires," Angel said, gesturing to his chest. Then he pointed to the claw marks on his cheek. "Dru. In that order."

"Ouch," she said sympathetically. "Are you going to be okay?"

"I heal," Angel shrugged it off with a gesture that would've been casual if not for the ~~girly~~ wince that came with it. "What about you? How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," she said. "Did you hear that I got into it with Bel again on Tuesday?"

"Yeah. I came in after - " Angel silently mimed a gun, holding his hand low so only Veronica would see. "Logan get you home okay?"

"You did? I don't remember seeing you. And yeah, he did. I was pretty sore yesterday, but I'm doing a lot better today. Physically at least."

"Looked like you passed out," Angel said. "Sore? He hurt you? Bel, I mean."

"That explains why I don't remember much. And not really, just pushed me around a little." She looked down. "I kind of started it."

"What, you pushed him first?"

"No, but I slapped him."

Angel grinned. "Good for you."

"That's what Logan said, too."

She shook her head and smiled. "So will you be at the I-Club meeting tonight?"

"...there's an I-Club meeting tonight?"

"Yeah I sent an email just before I came to lunch."

"You remember that thing where I think computers are torture devices sent by evil wizards?"

Veronica rolled her eyes. "Do you need me to help you with computer stuff like I did with your voicemail?"

Angel made a vague motion with his hands. "I have one of those things. Strawberries?"

She tried really hard not to laugh. Really, she did. But, sadly, she wasn't very successful.

"A blackberry?" she managed between giggles.

"...sure?"

"Why do you have one if you don't know how to use it?"

"It wasn't, you know, mine. Originally." Angel gave her a look that he hoped would convey whose it had been without him needing to spell it out. "Anyway, Bridge's got it now. He swore he could de-evil it."

"Ahh," she said, completely understanding. "Well, you know where to find me if you need help."

"Will do," Angel said. "So, meeting? This the usual in the library?"

"No, it's just the investigation group and we're going off campus to Jeff's."

Angel grimaced. "I want to go. I should go. But Dru's going to be looking for me. Safest thing I can do is stay away from you guys tonight."

Also right now Angel had about the fighting capacity of a particularly grumpy kitten, but it was Angel so he wasn't going to mention that bit.

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