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Guud effternuun iferyune-a! Des Schneetzel veell nut be-a jueening us tudey. She-a hes run oooot ooff mekeoop und seys she-a luuks "heedeuoos".

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Cheese-a Reveeuli

-Beeff Reveeuli

-Toona Feesh Sundveeches

-Cucunoot Creem Peee-a

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"Aww... Schnitzel could never look hideous!"

Phoebe leaves her some make-up.

Pip elected to take both kinds of reveeuli and mix them together to create one kind of combination reveeuli. Because he could.

_{[[Angel only plz thnks bai!]]}

Angel grabbed a coffee and made his way over to Pip. He was now blessedly ink-free. "Hey."

Pippi takes both kinds of Reveeuli and a slice of Peee-a, and plunks down at a table by a window. (Assuming there is a window.)

Walter loads up his tray and takes a seat across from Pippi near the window ~~that he has always assumed was there.~~

"Hi." He poked at the ravioli before taking a bite. Blech. But fuel was fuel, so he began forking it in. "Anything new or interesting going on?" he asked between bites.

Pippi shruged. ((Because her classes aren't up yet and she doesn't know... :P ))

"I had a slurpy yesterday. It was pretty good."

Walter choked on a bite of ravioli and covered his mouth. New slang? God, he hoped not.

"You had a what?"

"A semi-frozen sweet drink that comes in a variety of flavors," Victor siged as he plopped down in the seat next to his boyfriend and set down his not-so-full tray. "Usually cherry or cola."

"Oh. ~~Phew!~~" Walter cocked his head at Victor. "That's good to hear... Is something wrong?"

Victor scrunched up his nose and twisted the cap off of his Blue Bubble Gum Jones Soda. "You ever just had one of those days where you wake up and go eh? I think I'm having one of those days."

"Not really, but I think I know what you are talking about." Walter patted his boyfriend's arm sympathetically. "I hope going out to dinner later will help your mood."

And if he wondered if the soda was going to turn Victor's entire tongue blue, that was a normal wonder wasn't it?

Pip waved. "Yo. What's up?"

"I'm not covered in badly-written porn," Angel said. "So far I'm chalking today up in the 'win' column. You?"

"It's a cold drink... Kinda like shaved ice. I had cherry."

Pip held up a copy of "A Midsummer Night's Dream". "Going over the play again. I got cast as Quince. And I'm the understudy for Puck."

"I'll probably feel better later," Victor said which is not ironic at all. "I'm probably going to go for a walk around town after lunch or something. But enough about that. How's your day going?"

"Oh hey, cool," Angel said. "You into acting?"

"So Victor informs me. It sounds good. Where do you get those?"

"A little," Pip responded. "I've never done a lot of it, though. I was never in any one place long enough to do something. I like this play, though."

"Smoothly enough. Just classes. Oh, Alfred hired some more help. Who knew there were so many butlers in one place?"

"Me too," Angel said. "Though Puck always got on my nerves. Reminds me of Spike."

"Really? I love Puck. He gets all the good lines." He lit a cigarette. "Who's Spike?"

"Someone I wish I wasn't related to," Angel said. "You know how they say you can pick your friends but you can't pick your family? Well you can't kill them as often as you want either."

"There's another butler around? Man, you guys keep popping up like rabbits." He took a sip of his soda, then took a bite of beef ravioli. "At least this means less hours for you, right? I mean, it's not like you need the money."

"I usually forget that I get paid to do it," Walter said with a shrug, eating his ravioli without any enthusiasm. "It is all part of the training and I do not have to work on Sundays anymore, so I am not complaining. I have a real weekend day off."

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