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Du nut meend zee smell stoodents. Zeere-a ves a smell fire-a in zee keetchee thees murneeng und I ves furced tu poot it oooot veet my punts. Vheech is vhy I em nut veereeng punts. Boot luuk et my cuote-a buxers! Zeey hefe-a duocks oon zeem!

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Cheeckee Put Pie-a (a leettle-a boornt)

-Ceeser Seled

-Cheese-a Peezza

-Cherry Pie-a

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Blair took a seat facing the wall, trying to get the image of punt-less Chef out of his brain.

Pippi skips the pie and takes a little bit of everything else... While looking the Chef in the eye.

"Hey."

"Pippi!" Blair smiled happily. "What's up?"

"Lunch!" she said holding up her tray. "Mind if I join you?"

"Not at all." Blair moved over his tray and notebook to clear a space. "How's things been with you lately?"

"Most recently? Pretty good." she said "How did Molly's birthday go?"

"It went good. She seemed to like my gift." He blushed a little and smiled. "So got anything planned for April fools day?"

"Maaaaaaaybe."

"I knew it. I knew you and your merry band of miscreants would have something going on!" He laughed.

There were some times Ivanova wished she didn't speak Chef. She was shaking her head as she slipped into the seat next to Blair with her only slightly boornt cheeckee put pie-a.

"Did he just say that he isn't wearing any pants? Isn't that a health code violation or something?"

Pippi looked up at the newcommer from her seat next to Blair.

"... I didn't check to see if it was true."

"I like the Chef, but not enough to check myself," Ivanova murmured, poking at a lump of cheeckee that had escaped the pastry.

"That's probably a good idea." Blair nodded.

"Have a nice little nap last night?" Ivanova snickered. "I hope no one knicked what I left for you . . ."

"Nope, nobody did! I haven't gotten a chance to watch it yet, but I'm so excited!" He bounced and pointed to a notebook. "I'm taking notes on my observations of the statue and my questions about the culture so I'm prepared for the cd."

Ivanova facepalmed. "Oh, I forgot to mention. The woman on the recording is actually only half Minbari and half human. And the statue's Centauri, not Minbari." She smirked. "It's supposed to be a fertility god."

"Fertility god?"

[[ooc: Oh good golly miss molly you gave Blair one of those?!

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Cally avoids thinking about Chef without pants, and instead concentrates on poster and button designs. She grabs a healthy amount of salad and a slice of pie, and sits down at an open table.

She wonders if anyone will join her. She's not waiting for Anders, exactly, but she always gets the feeling that people expect she is.

Xander sets a tray down at Cally's table containing... nothing that looks like it's been remotely a leettle-a boornt. So we're going with the pizza and the salad here.

He glances back at the Chef over his shoulder. "It's apparently a pants-optional day today. I never thought I would fear that concept so much until it actually came to pass. Also hey, you," he adds, looking back at Cally and grinning. "Long time no talk, not counting when you were actually Bridge."

"So I guess that doesn't count," Cally says before chewing a forkful of salad. "But yeah, too long, oh Homecoming date. What's up?"

"Let's see. I got to throw pumpkins at things in shop today. That didn't suck. " Xander pulled at a stringy bit of cheese on his pizza slice. "Well, my first set of clothes for the day got a little plastered with schrapnel, but that's what ~~alien roomies~~ laundry machines are for."

"Oh, I remember doing that last semester," Cally nods. "I got pumpkin guts shoved down my shirt." She shudders a little at the memory. "So, how're things with... erm... your frog?"

"Jeremiah? New that I've got a roommate who's not, you know, evil, he's possibly gonna turn into the fattest frog on Fandom Island, between the two of us. He does this...thing, with his eyes." Xander demonstrates, though somehow he manages to make it look more puppylike than froglike, possibly due to the lack of bulgey eyes. "It's like mind-control. You will give me more dead crunchy things now ~~OMG~~."