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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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Cally squints. "Answer... unclear... try again later." She blinks a few times. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Good question." Xander rubs at his cheek. Pretty much no avail is availinating, though. "It...hasn't totaled up the extra credit points yet?"

"You get extra credit? Like... what for?" Cally grins.

"You're asking me?" Xander snickers and shakes his head. "I don't even know what it's grading us on!

Cally shrugs. "Good dental hygiene?"

"So it can't give me a grade right now 'cause I'm eating and it doesn't know if I'm gonna brush my teeth after or not?"

Xander stares out the open doors after the crayon. "That... logic makes sense to me, which worries me."

"It makes about as much as everything else around here. Like that stirrups rumor," Cally nods.

Xander is concerned.

Xander is not sure who he's concerned for.

This also concerns Xander.

"Stirrups rumor? About...who?"

"Me and Anders? It was on the radio?" Cally says. "I still haven't figured out what exactly someone is supposed to do with the stirrups, though."

Xander is still concerned. He does at least know who he's concerned for, though, since -- due to the fact that there's now a vivid and very detailed image in his head that he's never, ever, going to try to explain to Cally -- it's him.

"Huh. Me neither. I have absolutely no idea."

Cally shrugs. "So anyways... can I count on your vote?"

*Blink*

"My... vote? For, um... tell me we're not still talking about stirrups?"

"Did you not read the paper today?" Cally asks.

"Hadn't yet." Xander shakes his head and pulls the folded-up paper out from under his tray.

He unfolds and scans it.

"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy, learning is helpful, teenagers make out a lot, Mountie still hot. Okay, no offense to the staff, but is there ever any actual news in this thing?"

Then he gets to the bottom. "Oho hohohoho. Girlkissy poll."

Cally sticks out her lower lip a little. "Don't suppose you'd show your support your old Homecoming date, would you?"

Xander reads down the list of names again. "Well, not like there's a losing option here for me, no matter which one I pick."

Which is a nifty way not to say that he kinda leans toward Aeryn/Callisto, since the part about winning no matter what is true enough.

Cally sticks out her lower lip a little further. "But there's a whole lot of losing options for me," she says.

Xander puts up his hands in a ... kinda completely useless... warding off gesture. "Ack. With the Big Eyes! You taught my frog how to get the extra crunchies, didn't you!"

"Maaaaybe?" Cally says, still giving the extra-sad sad puppy face.

Xander covers his face with his hands.

After a second he slowly slides his fingers away from his eyes.

"ACK!"

He sighs, drops his hands, and re-folds the paper. "Okay, but if there's any kind of investigation, I'm totally telling them you cheat."

"Okay," Cally says, now smiling. "Thanks."

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