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Guud effternuun stoodents! I hupe-a yuoo ell deedn't geeve-a up uny ooff my deleeciuoos fuud fur lent. I vuoold be-a very deeseppuinted.

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Red Beuns und Reece-a

-Goombu

-Seled

-Key Leeme-a Pie-a

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[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Hey man," John says, waving. "It's no problem. Stuff's usually important. Thanks for thinking of me though. How goes it?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"It goes okay," Anders replies. "Think I did all right on the Classics midterm this morning. I better have, after all the studying I did. I totally skipped out on gym 'cause of those posters that said there was gonna be a Pyramid expert as a guest speaker in Campaigning, and you know what? Complete gyp, man. This guy wasn't a Pyramid expert. He's not even an athlete, just some creepy dude with a bad mustache."

He scowls a little, pokes the fork into his red beans and rice, and eats a forkful with a bit too much aggression. "Oh, and before you ask, I know nothing more about the stirrups than anyone else does, okay?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John stares. "Stirrups? Like a cowboy uses?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders flails a little, but since he happened to be holding a forkful of red beans and rice at the time, people at nearby tables might end up getting pelted with flying food. "I have no idea! All I know is Parker told me that Kennedy said something about me and Cally and sex and stirrups on the radio the other night, and Tyler said something about it last night too. I got no idea what kind of stirrups they're talking about or how that would even work!"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"Well..." John blushes bright red. "If you're using...stirrups, I guess one person would wear a saddle and the other person would mount...I can't believe I'm saying this."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders turns about the same shade of red. "I can't believe you're saying this either. And dude, I don't wanna know! I mean, the handcuffs are about as far as we . . . why am I telling you this?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John grimaces and slaps a hand over his face. "Unfortunately, I knew about the handcuffs..."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders facepalms too. "Oh yeah. Truth or Dare. Stupid Kennedy, that was all his fault too. Okay, seriously, dude, change of subject, like, now."

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"No problem," John says quickly. "How's Cally?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders isn't entirely sure this is a change of subject, but hey. "She's good. Awesome, even. Thinks we should both take all the same classes next semester, though, which I'm not so sure about. We had a little bad patch on Sunday but everything's okay now. Hey -- Cally told me Aeryn's back?"

Again, quite possibly not the best change of subject, but what does he know?

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

"That's good," John says honestly. "Happy for you. And yeah, Aeryn's back." And that's all he can manage to say about that.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Hey, Anders isn't that dense. He can tell this is a sensitive subject. "Complicated situation, huh, dude?" he asks, nodding. "So yeah, um, have you developed any of these weird powers people are picking up left and right all of a sudden?"

[whitedeathpod.livejournal.com]

John smiles. "Thanks," he murmurs before clearing his throat. "And nope. Though I've seen enough of Rory taking her arms off to last me a lifetime and a half."

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

With surprising reaction time, Anders reverses the direction of his fork and puts it back down on his plate instead of into his mouth. "Okay, seriously, I haven't even seen her do that and it still sounds like the grossest thing ever. Least Zero's got a nice non-disgusting ability."