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Guud effternuun stoodents. I hupe-a yuoo ell keep up zee drema here-a tudey. Yesterdey ves leeke-a oone-a ooff my suep ooperes cumeeng tu leeffe-a! It ves fery ixceeting.

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Salmun

-Meexed Veggeees

-Igg Drup Suoop

-Hem Sundveeches

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[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Hem sun...haaaaam sammiches...hum sunday..." Blair finally gave up and grabbed two of whatever you called them and took a seat.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Hopefully there wouldn't be a soap opera today, Victor thoguht as he got some food and a Frutopia from the magical, modded machine. He spotted Blair and, rememebring a couple things, decided to go sit down with him.

"Hey, Blair! I heard about you on the radio! Is it true?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair looked up and grinned at Victor. "Hey man, um...considering the radio...probably not. What did they say?"

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor leaned in close and grinned. "Did you really kiss Molly?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Um...yeah, I did." Blair blushed a little and smiled. "It was her birthday present actually."

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

"That's really cool, dude. I'm happy for you." He took a drink of his Fruitopia, then continued. "But I won't pry too much into it. What's going on between you two should probably stay between you two, y'know? You know how the radio can be. And speaking of the radio..." He rolled his eyes and sighed. "I still need your help, whenever you have some time."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Nah, it's not a problem. There's nothing really secretive going on with us and as long as they don't get too many things wrong, I don't have a problem with the radio."

Blair pushed aside his food and nodded. "Okay man, lay it on me. What's going on and what do you need?"

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova wandered over with her own igg drup suoop, having long ago learned to speak fluent Chef, and took a seat near Blair, smiling at him tiredly. "Hey, Blair."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Steeeeellllaaa" Blair called quietly. "How ya doing, Ivanova?"

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Better," she replied honestly. "Sorry I didn't get to the party. I wasn't quite feeling up to crowds. How did it go?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"It was good." Blair smiled. "Missed you, though. We should go out and get cake sometime this week to make up for it. Nobody should miss out on cake."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"Cake would be great," she smiled. Her smile widened into a grin. "So, did you get Molly the Big O for her birthday like you were going to?" she teased, leaning in and waggling her eyebrows.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Well, it's a date then! Me and you and cake!"

Blair blushed and ducked his head. "No, I didn't. Once I figured out what it was...and thanks for your demonstration by the way...I realized it wasn't the most appropriate present."

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia came in and, spotting Victor, grabbed a few Hem Sundveeches and went to go eat quickly and quietly in the other corner. She still needed to talk to him, but had no desire to become another soap opera for the chef.

Even if he did make pretty good food.

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Victor was too busy talking with Blair to notice Nadia, which may have been a good thing because the mun is totally picturing the Chef with popcorn and yelling at them like one would a tv screen.

[nadiathesaint]

well, considering how many of us dumped out his food yesterday, I'm just glad he isn't all emo going "vhy dues noobedy leek my-a fuud?"

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

Poor emo!Chef. I can just see him dressing all in black and listening to angst songs while he bakes heart-shaped cookies, only to break them in half before he serves them because "Life is pain." :p

[nadiathesaint]

he'd have to dye his eyebrows black, since he has no lids for eyeliner.

Which would only make him more sad. . . .

[anole-x.livejournal.com]

And then his lover would wonder why he's so reserved lately and why all the changes, and he'd lash out, claiming she doesn't understand him, and run off crying.

But then gain, how easy is it to understand someone who's married to a chicken, woes about a KFC being built back home, and then proceeds to serve chicken three times a week?

[nadiathesaint]

It's not real chicken! The Chef has actually been serving vegan alternatives to all the food in secret!

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders, as usual, had a tray piled with some of everything, and headed over to sit with Nadia when he spotted her eating alone.

"Hey. Mind a little company?"

[nadiathesaint]

Nadia looked up, relieved to see someone she was pretty sure had no reason to be angry with her, and smiled. "Of course not," she said, gesturing to a seat.

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

"Cool." Anders gave her a cheerful smile, sat down, and immediately drained an entire glass of milk before starting in on his food. "You're . . . frak, I know I've seen you around a bunch of times and I'm totally blanking on your name."

He hit himself in the forehead a few times with the heel of his hand, which, go figure, apparently worked. "Nadia. Right?"

[nadiathesaint]

"Yes. And you're . . ." All she could think of was "Cally's boyfriend". Which lead her to "Callynanders", which lead her to "Lee?"

[cantgetnorelief.livejournal.com]

Anders? Did a pretty spectacular spittake. In the opposite direction of Nadia, luckily. "Oh Lords, no," he blurted out. "That's Adama, he's way shorter than me, OMG totally different guy who I haven't even seen in forever, now that I think about it, and . . ."

He flailed for a second and calmed himself down. "Sorry. Hi. Anders."