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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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For once, Anders has the sense to not talk with his mouth full, so he doesn't ask what she's smirking at. Besides, he's figured it out anyway, and grins back at Cally as he works on his end of the spaghetti noodle, taking his time just a little bit to tease her but hurrying up anyway.

For some reason he feels like the Swedish Chef should be singing to them or something.

And then the two come together, the spaghetti forgotten as their lips meet in a sweet kiss, a soft caress of love and affection. They linger, all too briefly, before Cally pulls back with a smile.

"Best. Spaghetti. Ever."

"Definitely," Anders says, squeezing her shoulder. He pokes his fork back into the spaghetti and stirs it around experimentally before picking up a piece of meatball and holding it up to Cally's lips. "Wonder if we can do that again?"

Cally bites the meatball bit and chews thoughtfully. "It's good to know that if I ever lose my arms in a disfiguring accident, you've got the whole baby feeding me thing down." Cally grins evilly. "Or, you know, if we ever have a baby."

The fork hits the table with a loud clink, or at least as loud as a clink can get, really.

"If we ever what?"

"Have a baby," Cally says with a nod. She's trying not to laugh. She's having to try really hard, though.

"That?" Anders's voice suddenly went up an octave or two. "Not happening for at least, like, um."

He swallows hard. Because it's not like he's ever actually thought about this, which might have something to do with the fact that he's in no way ready to think about it, even though he has this very vague notion in the back of his mind that wow, that'd be a cute baby.

"Okay, this is so not a conversation I'm ready to be having right now."

"Now if it were a boy, we could call it Sammy junior, and a girl, well, we could name it Samantha. And you could teach it how to play Pyramid, and I..." Cally's just begging for Anders to freak out...

"Cally!" yelps Anders, burying his face in his hands and rocking back and forth just a little bit in his seat. "This conversation? Not. Happening. Now. We are so not -- and I -- andwearenotnamingababyafterme and -- oh, lords."

There are a few muffled whimpers coming from behind his hands.

Cally reaches a hand up and starts rubbing the back of Anders' neck.

"Okay, okay, I took that too far. But you don't need to cry about it, sheesh. We obviously don't need to have a baby when you're enough of one already...."

Anders peeks out from between his fingers and scowls at Cally a little bit. "Hey. Not crying. I just think my brain broke a little bit there."

"Hey, you admitted you have a brain!" Cally grins. "This is the first step to recovery for you calling yourself stupid, you know that?"

"Course I have one." Anders sticks his tongue out at her. "It's just like . . . an ignored muscle group or something, 'cause it doesn't get enough exercise."

Cally sticks her tongue out at Anders right back. "Well, I'll just have to make sure you start diversifying your training."

"Well, yeah. That's why I'm here, right?" Anders props his chin up on one hand. "Well, theoretically anyway. I'm workin' on it, honest. Professor Dream liked my translation in Classics today."

"Good for you," Cally says, placing a hand on Anders' shoulder. "See? You're awesome. Yes... How did we get on this topic?"

"I --" Anders opens his mouth to say something and then shuts it, not wanting to have to go over the baby thing again. "Doesn't matter. We should just eat and then get ready for sociology."

"Yep. We get married today. Just... not to each other." Cally laughs. "In customs that are so very not our own!"

Anders laughs and leans over to give Cally another kiss. "Good thing it's not for real, huh? Not sayin' I'm, you know, ready to marry you yet, but that doesn't really mean I wanna marry someone else either."

"Yep. It's very good that it's not real. ~~Because I'd have to shoot Izzie.~~" Cally nods. "So... off to get ready?" she asks, already standing up.

"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess." Anders polishes off the last meatball and wraps the cookies, strawberries, and chocolate in a napkin before tucking them into the front pocket of his sweatshirt and standing up. He reaches out to grab Cally's hand and kiss it. "Hey -- love you, y'know."

"Love you too, y'know," Cally says, twisting her hand around to take hold of Anders' "Let's go, huh?" With that, she tugs Anders gently towards the door as they begin to leave.

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