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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.

"How could we forget such an important day!" said Pippi, while thinking in the back of her head. Crap! How could we forget such an important day!

"It's like a holiday dedicated to you guys or something."

"It's certainly ideal." she said with a grin.

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?!

Blair scribbled down in his notebook as he listened. "Yeah, after looking at it for awhile I sorta figured that was what it was for."

Ivanova raised an eyebrow. "You did? And you didn't find it odd that there were six of them?"

[[*wishes she could find a picture but can't*]]

"From an anthropological perspective, statues such as those are usually regilious figures of some sort and those who have exaggerated or pronouced physical attributes are usually fertility-based. The Blacien tribe's fertility god has hips and belly wider than she is tall. It isn't representative of the people's actual apperance, but of the idea of being fertile." Blair shrugged. "Which is why I'm sure there are six...things. Just to show that they value fertility."

Pippi eats her lunch quietly and listens.

[[ooc: a challange! I think I know where I can find one.

Ivanova nodded, allowing Blair his little illusions.

She wasn't sure how he would react if she told him Londo used number four to cheat at cards.

"You really are into this anthropology stuff. I think that's really interesting."

[[Shiny! I found a description (http://www.geocities.com/davesb5page/races.htm#centauri), but that's it.]]