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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.

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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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