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Lunch: 1/30/06

The happy humming from the kitchen today might be interspersed with occasional worrisome chuckles. Today's menu is written in neat block letters:

- Fettucine Alfredo (with chicken and/or broccoli)

- Steamed Carrots

- Roast ~~Beast~~ Beef and Yorkshire Pudding

- Pad Thai

- Minestrone

Dessert:
- Lemon Sherbet

- Snow Cones

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Pip notes that the smoking section has already been started and heads over to expand it. "You gentlemen mind me joining you or will you be making out in a few moments?"

Scowling in a mostly put-on manner, Walter flicks a piece of broccoli just past the right side of Pip's head.

"Sit down and tell me if you have any clever ideas for welcoming the substitute principal."

Pip dodges the broccoli easily and takes a seat. He reached into his pocket and fumbles around with a cigarette carton. "Well, hard to say. I don't know him well enough. He seems way more laid back than Smith. I think he'd find anything involving a golf cart funny rather than annoying."

"Maybe we could throw him off by being really uptight and proper..." mused Pippi.

"I suppose we could, but that is more like being on duty for me."

"It doesn't sound particularly fun as something to keep up in the long run..."

"I think you should work with your strengths, Pippi. I am not sure properness is one of them."

Victor snorted a little and tried to not choke on his soda ~~which was TOTALLY there~~. "I think i mgiht endup hurting Walter's feelings if I did that.

"It takes more than that to hurt my feelings." Just for that, he speared the last piece of broccoli on Victor's plate.

"Aww..." Victor whined a little. He scowled at Walter. "Jerk." But there was a smile behind the scowl, and he spent a few good seconds plotting on how to get Walter back.

Walter grinned and jabbed one of the pieces of broccoli still on his own plate and held it out to Victor. "Would a jerk share his broccoli with you?"

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"And ask Alfred for properness training? Though he might not approve of such an abuse of his teachings."

"I am not asking Alfred for any more training than he is already giving."

Victor smirked. "Don't be jealous, Pip. I'm sure one fo these days you'll be having tonsil for lunch."

"I hear he is more a midnight snack sort of person."

Pip laughs. "That I am, Walter. I get hungry at night a lot. Just my metabolism, I suppose. Anyway, considering this place, we probably have all had tonsil for lunch."

Victor couldn't help hismelf. he looked at Walter, raised his eyebrows, then looked back at Pip. "Not yet."

~~Pippi considers getting her journal login changed to something similar to Becky's.~~

~~"_oh_sugar" changed her lj login to "lesssexthenmiho"~~

~~ohhhh~~

"I understand Pip's trouble. I get hungry at night, too."

He kept a straight face. He didn't nudge Victor's foot, either.

Victor nodded and took a sip of soda, all the while stealthily edging his foot out of one of his shoes. When it was out, he ran his sock slowly up Walter's leg from under the table.

Walter really hoped that it was Victor's foot creeping up his leg and not anyone else's. He kept his eyes on the table's occupants and nodded along with the conversation, although he wasn't really paying much attention any longer.

The foot crept further and further, until Victor's toes were rubbing nicely in Walter's lap. Y'know, for warmth.