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Heppy Thoorsdey iferyune-a! Des Schneetzel seems tu hefe-a cooght a culd...I vuoold meke-a her cheeckee nuudle-a suoop boot I fuoond thet tu be-a a leettle-a gruss.

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Cheeckee Nuudle-a Suoop (seence-a yuoo ere-a hoomuns I cun geefe-a thees tu yuoo)

-Purk Chups

-Epplesooce-a

-Sveet Putetu Freees

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Nadia grabs the suoop. She's not that hungry, since she's been snacking on Parker's candy most of the morning, but she figures she should eat something at least vaguely nutritious.

Then she spots the guy she saw talking to Walter and friends yesterday. Her eye takes on a determined gleam.

"Hi," she says, looking a little shy. "Can I join you?"

"Anytime," Boone said, gesturing, perhaps overdramatically, to the empty space at the table. "Sit anywhere, seriously. I'd love some company."

Nadia smiled. "Thanks." She took a seat across from him. "I'm Nadia. I don't think we've met."

[ooc: Nadia has a thick, latin american accent, just so's you know]

He grinned. "I'm Boone Carlyle." Her accent was too cute to not comment on, and, before he thought about it, he did.

Nadia grinned. "Nice to meet you. I'm from Argentina." She was feeling ridiculously bubbly.

Pippi is not giving Nadia a sly thumbs up from behind Boone.

Nadia is not noticing this and restraining herself from sticking her tongue out at Pippi.

"Cool," he replied. "That's in, like, west south America, right? Near Chile?" Pay attention in eighth grade geography, he did not.

Nadia raised her eyebrows. "Near Chile, yes. West, no. It's south east. Where are you from?"

"Southern California," he answered. "Which probably explains the fact that I don't have much of a clue."

Nadia laughs. Perhaps the teeniest bit more than the joke deserves. "I've never been there. Is it nice?"

"Define your idea of 'nice.' Where I'm from, there's a lot of money, big houses, suburban sprawl, overpriced crap and expensive cars."

Nadia blinks. She can't even wrap her brain around that kind of wealth. "Wow. That's . . . a little different from Buenos Aires."

"It's kind of like a movie - everything feels like it should be propped up on two by fours because everyone is completely fake." He frowned. "Did that make sense?"

"What's it like where you come from?"

Nadia nodded hesitantly. "I think it did,"

She shrugged. "It's . . . much poorer. More gritty, and gray, I think. But with beautiful sounds and colors mixed in." She shakes her head. "I'm not explaining it well."

"So...you're saying that it's kinda like life?"

Nadia tilts her head, then nods with a smile. "I guess it is." She frowns suddenly. "If you're saying that life is poor,"

"No, I'm saying that life can be gray and gritty in places, but its the sounds and music and colors..." He took a sip of his Pepsi. "Never mind, I guess."

"No, I misunderstood." Nadia found a shiny change of subject. "Have you been to the music store in town, yet?"

"Not yet," he admitted. "You?"

"Oh yes. I work there, on Sundays. You should go; I don't think there's any music that Lucas, the owner, doesn't know about."

He grinned, "I'll have to stop by to see you sometime."

Nadia blushed slightly. "That would be very nice."

He glanced down at his watch, and swore softly. "Damn. I have class in five minutes. I'll see you tomorrow, maybe?"

[[OOC: Sorry, but I have to leave...]]

Nadia smiles. "Okay. I have some things to do, too."

[ooc: s'all good]

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