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Guud murneeng leettle-a buys und gurls! I em beck effter sume-a mooch needed rest. Svedee is vunderffool thees teeme-a ooff zee yeer.

Tudey's menoo is:

-Sveet und Suoor Purk

-Generel Tsu's Cheeckee

-Freeed Reece-a

-Lu Meeen

-Igg Drup Suoop

-Furtoone-a Cuukeees

Hupe-a yuoor furtoones treet yuoo vell! Bork Bork Bork!

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John's in lunch, hoping to avoid getting another lecture for being an idiot or having one of his friends come onto him.

There's a plate of Lu Meeen in front of him.

Having left before John woke up, Aeryn figures she might as well talk to him when she actually sees him. "Hi," she says, taking a seat.

He smiles brightly when she sits down with him. "Hey. How're you?"

She was hoping he'd have noticed. Damn. She just shrugs a little and says, "I moved some of my stuff out."

That gets his attention. "What? Why?"

"I don't live there," she says, and she's not exactly looking at him when she says it.

He feels a little...not good about this. "So what? You weren't living there! You had stuff there because you stayed with me!"

"I didn't move everything, just... I don't want to impose my repressed opinions on anyone. It'll be easier."

"What'd you take?" John asks.

"Just some clothes, things like that," she says. "Everything I use daily is over there and." She sighs, shaking her head. "It's just not my place."

John stabs at his lunch at little. "This mean you're not gonna stay with me anymore?"

"No. Unless you don't want me to."

"I didn't want you to move anything out in the first place," he grumbles, looking away. "You didn't have to."

"I did. I overstepped some bounds, and I need to not do that. I have my own room that I'm never in, and... The rest isn't for me to deal with." She's not happy about this, either, but...

"So, what?" He still stabbing at his food. "You don't feel comfortable in my room anymore?"

"That depends on if other people are having sex in there," Aeryn sighs. "I got into an argument with Angel and Callisto. I stand by my point, but if I'm going to go on about respect then I need to step back when it comes to things. That's all."

He shrugs one shoulder and rests his head in his hand, looking unhappy.

"You didn't have to do that," he repeats, scowling. "I wanted you to stay there."

"Wanted?" she repeats, noting the past tense.

He catches that and scowls again. "Yes, wanted. Meaning this was unecessary meaning you didn't have to do this meaning exactly what I said. Don't do that."

"It's not unnecessary."

John finishes stabbing his food and pushes the plate away. "Fine. Whatever. I want you to stay there. You didn't have to move anything. I didn't want you to. No one asked you to. I can't repeat it but so many times but fine. If it makes you feel better, fine."

"It doesn't," she says quietly. "I'm, um. I'll talk to you later."

"Right." He just continues looking at the table.

Aeryn hates today, and she gets up from the table and leaves.

"Hey, Chef," Ivanova grinned at him. "Great to see you're back." She gets some Generel Tsu's Cheeckee and a furtoone-a cuukee and limps away to find a seat.

Pippi grabs some Sveet und Suoor Purk, Igg Drup Suoop and a handfull of Furtoone-a Cuukeees.

Xander fills a tray with cheeckee, reece-a, and cuukeees, and carries it over to Pippi's table.

It will surprise no one that he attacks dessert first, though given he snatched about 5 furtoone-a cuukeees, there's enough for dessert last, too.

"Get any interesting predictions?" he asks as he upwraps and cracks open a cuukeee.

Pippi cracks open a cookie (http://home.comcast.net/~mel.vassey/fortunes.html)

"You are a traveler at heart. There will be many journeys. . ."

She looks up,

"...In bed."

Xander snickers. "Gotta love regional variations. Back home it was 'in your pants.'"

He cracks his open and reads, "The time is right to make new friends."

Pippi laughs and cracks open another.

"Never forget a friend. Especially if he owes you..."

Xander raised an eyebrow. "Maybe we'll go with 'in bed' for that one."

He opened a second cookie. "Behind every good man is another good ma--"
Xander dropped the cookie on his plate like it might be burning his fingers. "Huh. Ink ran out before the end of the fortune. Weird."

"Another good what?"

"Maaaarmalade?"

"Maaarmoset?"

"Maaaaaarengue?"

"Maaademoiselle?" Xander suggests.

"Mariachi band?"

"Of course - that must be it. A good man always has a mariachi band behind him." Xander nodded.

"In bed," he added after a second, his lip curling as if that wasn't much of an improvement over whatever the fortune might possibly have said if the ink hadn't totally faded out, no, really, honestly.

"That's better then having a good man with a mariachi band behind him in your pants... That could get very crowded." Said Pippi taking a sip of the soup.

Xander glanced down at his admittedly somewhat baggy jeans. "Exactly. Pretty much only room for one person in my pants. Maybe two if they were really friendly. Definitely no vihuelas."

{ooc - I... just spent 15 minutes googling, to end up on the sight you already linked. *headdeskheaddeslheaddesk...*}

[[ooc: Hee!

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