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Guud effternuun stoodents und heppy furst dey ooff spreeng! Suun it veell be-a verm inuoogh tu fruleec thruoogh zee feeelds!

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Epple-a Piee-a

-Hut Dugs und Cheeseboorgers

-French Freees

-Seled

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"She'd definitely realize she was wrong." nodded Pippi. "They're just words Pip. They don't make a difference when it comes to who you really are, whether she bothers to learn that or not."

She took a sip of her water.

"Grandfather Fabe used to always say the best revenge is living well. Just ignore her, it's not worth beating yourself up over."

"Yeah! I mean, just because she says it doesn't mean it's true! You know how many people from my world think that all mutants are born in Hell?"

He picked up a free and pointed it at Pip for effect. "If she can't see just how cool you are, Pip, then she's not worth worrying about."

"She'd be sneering out of the other side of her mouth if she ever really needed the sort of help you can get from mercenaries."

Walter nodded in agreement with Victor. "She's not worth this."

Pip smiled and laughed a little. "Thanks," he said. He picked up a free. "Fun fact. These things? Not actually from France."

"They're from Belgum!" Pippi offered.

"Which reminds me Pip. I don't think any of us were able to catch you yesterday and tell you about the camping trip you're going on tomorrow night."

How Belgian Pommes Frites remind Pippi of camping is anybody's guess.

"What camping trip I'm going on tomorrow night?"

"We're camping out." said Pippi. "Over-night. Tomorrow. You know. Big ol' tent. Ghost stories. Roasting marshmallows. Beans on toast for brakefast. Just for fun. Not because we're hiding out from fish-monsters."

"Because fish monsters suck, but camping does not." Walter nodded and munched on a Belgian free.

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