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Heppy Felenteenes Dey buys und gurls! I hupe-a thet yuoo und yuoor Felenteene-a hefe-a a fery rumunteec dey. I knoo me-a und Des Schneetzel veell.

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Speghettee und Meetbells (joost leeke-a in thet mufeee-a veet zee tvu duggeees vhu fell in lufe-a!)

-Strevberreees und chuculete-a

-(nun-elcuhuleec) chempungne-a

-heurt sheped cuukies!

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[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

As much as she liked "thet mufeee-a veet zee tvu duggeees vhu fell in lufe-a" Pippi opts for a plate piled high with strevberreees und chuculete...

Then changes her mind and grabs a plate of speghettee und meetbells.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter grabbed some of everything, as usual, and sat down across from Pippi. He pulled out a cigarette but left it unlit on the table next to his tray since Pippi had most likely not thought she was sitting in the middle of the smoking section.

"I hear you had some fun at the party last night," he said by way of a hello.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

There is a bright blue strip of cloth wrapped around Pippi's forearm from her wrist to her elbow.

"Yeah you could say that." she said cheerfully. "I feel kinda bad about it though."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Why?" Walter cut a meetbell and looked at her quizzically. "I saw Nadia, it looked as though they were not planning on giving people big kisses."

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Wull yeah." Said Pippi. "Here they thought they got some juicy dinners all lined up and we go and kill 'um so they die on empty tummies... And the one we didn't kill goes hungry until he has to make due with Crawly's hair..."

She sniffs.

"So sad."

Then she eats a chocolate covered strawberry and feels much better.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"Crawly's hair?" Walter takes a bite of his meetbell and nods approviingly. The Swedish chef definitely does them well, although Walter wasn't going to give much thought to what the meet [sic] in a meetbell might be.

Maybe a bell will fall on his head later.

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, it must have been either very tasty hair or a very hungry thingy." she shruged. "We didn't stick around to see how that turned out... Apparently, they spoke Dragon, appart from their own language which I didn't get any of."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"You should tell Dream about it. Victor tried speaking Rat to them, but they did not seem to care." He worked on his speghettee for a moment. "They just came at us in an empty hallway."

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, and it sucked," Victor said as he sat down next to walter. His tray had a bit of everything that was being served.

"This better not be from Wonka's," he said as he squinted his eyes at the champagne.

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

Walter smiled when Victor showed up. Having seen both Nadia and Pippi, he was relieved that his boyfriend had escaped the prior night's adventures unscathed.

"Hey, we learned something last night and neither of us were hurt, so we can count that a success. We now know that camouflaging my hands is not a workable idea if I need to fight and I now know that you can deliver a mean slap with your tongue." And somehow, he just couldn't help laughing at the last part.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor scowled at Walter in a playful manner and stuck out his tongue. "I can do a lot more things with this," he said, giving a knowing smirk.

"So, did you get your present yet?"

[strongestgirl.livejournal.com]

"We thought they could be rats before we saw them... The just started trying to eat Nadia's legs... Angry little buggers they were."

[walter-n-wires.livejournal.com]

"We didn't really get a good view of them. It was dark and by the time I was done, there wasn't much to examine." And on that note, Walter dug into his spaghetti dripping with red sauce with gusto.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor grimaced a little as he remembered the gruesome scene. He was used to it, but that didn't mean that hen liked it.

He decided to keep his mind off of it by changing the subject. "So, do you have any special Valentine's Day plans, Pippi?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally wanders in, attached at the hand with Anders.

"Hmmm, I'm not that hungry... you want to share a plate of Spaghetti?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Lots of meatballs?" asks Anders hopefully. "Course I'll share. 's what we do, right?"

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

Cally grabs a particularly generous plate of pasta and a few heart shaped cookies. "So... wanna pick somewhere to sit?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders grabs some of the strawberries and chocolate, as well as the non-alcoholic (sadly) champagne, and picks out a table. "Guess I'm gonna have to sit next to you if we're sharing, huh?" he asks, poking the tip of his tongue out between his teeth playfully. "Wow. That's gonna be so hard."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"What, sitting next to me?" Cally raises an eyebrow. "If you want, I'll sit in your lap, instead. But I might get in the way." She sticks her own tongue out back at Anders.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"That'll make eating messy." Anders shakes his fork at her, takes a seat, and pats the space next to him. "C'mon. Eating time for me and my goofball."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"Wait, I'm the goof today?" Cally sits down next to Anders and sticks her fork in the spaghetti. "Or is today double goof day or something?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"We're both goofballs all the time," says Anders, nodding solemnly and lifting a forkful of spaghetti, ready to feed it to Cally. "We share that too. Like this spaghetti -- whoa, long noodles. I'm gonna get tired twirling it around the fork here."

[sogothcally.livejournal.com]

"I mock you and your spaghetti twirling," Cally says before just stabbing into the pasta and starts chewing on some of the spaghetti.

It appears some of these particular noodles are still attached to the mass on the rest of the plate.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"I can't do that," says Anders. "The noodles end up all over my chin and my shirt and I make a big huge mess." He watches her for a second, amused, and tries to wind up the spaghetti a little more on the tines of his fork before finally giving up and just putting the forkful into his mouth, slurping up the noodles that are still dangling down into the plate.

Or trying, anyway.

[alchemic-bean.livejournal.com]

Edward is walking towards his usual table with a tray loaded down with food when the implications of the chef and a chicken having a romantic day catch up with him and beat him over the head with a rubber mallet.

Not surprisingly, he walks into the table instead.