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Hellu buys und gurls! Yuoo knoo a veese-a mun oonce-a seeed thet liffe-a ves leeke-a a bux ooff chuculetes...I furget zee rest boot I bet it ends deleeciuoos.

Tudey's menoo is:

-Red Beuns Und Reece-a

-Curn Breed

-Seled

-Greelled Selmun

-Chuculete-a muuse-a

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Walter joined him and sat down. "So Mondays we beat on others and Wednesdays we learn, or teach, how not to get beaten on?"

And on Tuesdays and Thursdays, there was Alfred. Never a dull moment.

Victor scowled playfully at Walter. "Kinda. If Fight Club ends up being anything like my training at Xavier's, we'll all get a lot of stuff out of it that can apply to times when you're not fighting."

"Hey, guys," said Anders, waving with his fork. "How's it going today?"

"It's going alright. I just emailed my interview with Professor Dream in to Chloe for the newspaper. I couldn't really think of a good intro, though, but she's gonna help me with that. You?"

"Didn't know you were on newspaper. Makes sense, though, I guess. That's cool." Anders grinned and gulped down an entire glass of milk. "Anything interesting going on for the first issue? 'cause my week? Totally uninteresting so far. Well, not totally, but I have no classes on Mondays so I pretty much spent all day doing homework. Which was relaxing at least."

Victor shrugged and had some Curn Breed. "I dunno, really...I think there's supposed to be an interview with Dean Zordon in it. I wasn't really paying attention to the other assignments."

"Oh yeah, first issue of the semester and all. They did that last semester, too, with the 'get to know your teachers' stuff. It'll probably go on for a couple more issues." Anders crammed a chunk of cornbread into his mouth, chewed, swallowed, and chased it with milk. Giving Victor a slightly awkward smile, he added, "Newspaper was a highlight of the week for me last semester. Except for the gossip column, 'cause I was always in it. Better hope for your sake they're not reviving that this semester, or you're gonna end up suffering the same fate."

Victor grinned. "Like I care. I know who I am, and people are gonna think whatever they want about me. As long as I stay true to myself, I'll be okay."

"Good man." Anders reached over and clapped Victor on the shoulder. "You're way ahead of where I was, then. Took me weeks to stop wanting to hide every time I saw my name in the paper."

"Nothing new to report here. Which might be a Fandom record." He picked at his salmon and made a face, switching to the chocolate mousse. "You?"

"About the same. I'm thinking of it as a good thing." Anders stabbed at a forkful of salmon and, not being as discriminating of taste as Walter, ate it with what one might consider gusto. "Around here, a dull day every now and then is a really frakking good thing."

"It will probably get less dull for me later. I do not know what Alfred has in store for me when I get to Cafe Fina."

"Y'know, I keep meaning to take Cally down there. But the last two weekends were sort of . . . distracting." Anders ate another bite of salmon then added, "Now, when you say less dull . . ."

Walter shrugged and looked down at his food. "He is... " He shook his head. "I have not quite figured out what he is yet. I did not think I would ever think he was anything other than a complete pain in the-"

Looking around as though expecting a ruler, he continued, "He is not so bad most of the time, but he keeps me on my toes."

Anders nodded, putting down his fork and leaning forward with his arms crossed on the table. "That can be a pain in the ass, yeah. Still, keeping you on your toes, not necessarily a bad thing, right? Me and Kara used to do that to each other all the time when we were training for Pyramid, before she hurt her knee. Ended up improving a lot more than we figured we would."

"I was angry for a while, but I decided that it did me more good to learn what he has to teach me. And one of these days," he grinned at his mousse, "I will get that ruler away from him."

Anders winced at that. "Ruler? Ow. And yeah, I sort of know what you mean. Me and Kara have a tendency to get on each others' nerves in a bad way if we're not careful, but I think we still learned a lot from each other." He tilted his head slightly to the left. "What's he teaching you, again?"

Walter waved a hand, dismissing the ruler and the fading stripes on his face. "How to be a special kind of butler. Part of my training is on the job at Cafe Fina. It involves sizing people up, watching their cues, and anticipating their needs before they realize they have them."

"Wow. So you end up looking like you're practically reading their minds, then?" Anders looked genuinely interested by this. "That's seriously cool. Must be tough, too. Definitely going to have to take Cally down there some night soon, help you get some extra practice in."

"It can also be a bit of a memory game, but it is interesting." He smiled at Anders' comment. "I would be happy to see you and Cally at the restaurant. I still owe her for Saturday, so tell her that dessert is my treat."

"Wow, that definitely sounds a lot tougher than you'd think at first." Anders's face lit up with a broad smile. "Hey, that'd be cool. What happened on Saturday?"

"Ahhh... do not make me relive it. I was an ass and Alfred heard about it on the radio. Cally calmed me down. She is a good listener."

"Related to that whole study group thing?" guessed Anders. "Yeah, I wasn't too happy about it myself, but that was mostly 'cause all my friends pretty much shut me out of what they were doing."

He nodded, an unconscious smile crossing his face. "Yeah, she's good at that. Lords know she gets enough practice with me, poor girl."

"Yeah, that thing." Walter picked at his food a bit more before pushing it away. "I miss the guest chef. He was a brilliant cook. I will just have better at the restaurant, I suppose. Which is where I should be going now. I would rather kiss a grindylow than show up late there ever again."

He rose from the table and gave everyone a slight wave. "I will see you all later, and I will be happy to see you and Cally at the restaurant when you have an opportunity to come by."

Not having been in that particular detention, Anders had no idea what a grindylow was but it sounded unpleasant. He grimaced sympathetically and gave Walter a wave in response. "Yeah. Don't let us make you late, man. Catch you around."

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