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The Chef is wearing pants today! But not his normal blue and white checked pants. No today he was wearing shiny black leather pants.

Hellu stoodents! Des Schneetzel hes buooght me-a sume-a noo punts! As guud as I luuk in zeese-a punts I dun't theenk I'll be-a keepeeng zeem eruoond fur lung. I cun't breeze in zeese-a theengs!

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Freeed Reece-a

-Sveet und Suoor Purk

-Igg Rulls

-Furtoone-a Cuukeees

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"Sorry, I don't. I barely know even a little Spanish, and even some of that is just cussing. I'm okay at French, though; I used to like my French class back at Xavier's." ~~score one for canon!~~

Nadia shrugged. "Then I guess I can lend you this one, then," she tapped her book, "but you should see about getting an English copy. It's very good, and I think it has some ideas you would like. In English it's called 'the Alchemist'."

"Really? Al has his own book?" He looked at the cover with a quizzical eyebrow raise.

Nadia laughed. "I don't know, the Alchemist hasn't been named. Maybe Al knows a young Spanish shepherd named Santiago?"

"I don't know, we'll have to ask him," he said, laughing back a little. He took a bite of igg rull, then asked, "So what was going on with the Chef's pants yesterday? I was over at Cafe Fina for lunch."

Nadia shrugged. "I thought it would be best to not ask him. I don't really want to know about his pants."

[ooc: sorry, work went nuts]

Victor shrugged and drank some of his tada! *poof!* iced tea. "I guess even Chefs like pants." ~~because they're black and emo!~~

He tried to think of another topic, but nothing really came to him. Well, except..."So, uh, did the crayon get you yesterday?"

[ooc: It's okay! :D]

She nodded, finishing up her reece-a as best she could. "It gave me a C+. Which is better than I got in my Chemistry class. I wonder what it was grading us on?"

"I don't know," Victor said with a little blush. "At least you got a grade. It wrote on me 'Needs Improvement.' Boy, do I ever."

Nadia frowned. On his self-esteem, at the very least.

Then she smiled slightly. And started to softly giggle, though she tried her best to stop and remain serious. Still. . . .

"You're taking advice from a floating crayon?"

"Well, no, it was just kind of ironic, but..." He began to giggle a little, too "Yeah, it's kinda funny, isn't it? I can just hear it now: Paging Dr. Crayola. Paging Dr. Crayola."

Nadia giggled a bit more, then held up her cuukeee. "Maybe this will be smarter than the crayon?"

"Maybe." Victor wasn't ready for it, but he held up his cuukeee as well and snapped it open. After looking at his fortune for a second, he raised an eyebrow and looked at Nadia. "Okay, you first."

Nadia was looking at the little slip of paper, perplexed. "Four," she read, "eight, fifteen, sixteen, twenty-three, forty . . . seven. I didn't know these came with 'lucky numbers' too. . . ." She flipped over the paper.

"If everyone is jumping out a window, there must be a reason."

[ooc: that's a real fortune, btw, my mother got it in 1985 and it lived on our phone for ten years. . . .]

Victor didn't pay attention to the numbers right away. Instead, he said, "Confucious say: Man who walks sideways in airport terminal is going to Bangcock." He raised his eyebrow again and shook his head. "I don't get it."

Nadia shrugged. "I don't either. Guess it isn't smarter than the crayon, after all."

"I guess not." He flipped it over, and read off his numbers. "3, 5, 12, 16, 28, 36. Maybe we should go play the lottery or something." ~~as the mun shrieks at the almost-Lost numbers!~~

"But I think the only lottery in Fandom is the detention lottery, and I've already won that, once." Nadia shrugged, folded up her fortune, and tucked it into her pocket.

"Yeah, probably. Maybe we could get a lottery together, though. Maybe if Fandom ever has a fair or something. Though, we'd probably have an invasion halfway through the thing and have to fight rabid carrots off with Bingo balls."

"Or rabid bingo balls off with carrots."

"Or that, but I think something like that'd happen more during a baseball game." He chewed on his lunch thoughtfully, then looked around. "Y'know, with all the people that attend this school, you'd think that there'd be more than just us here. Honestly, it's like the only time this place is probably full is when it's being used as a base or something. Maybe we should have a 'Save the Cafeteria' rally."

Nadia shrugged. "I don't mind it being quiet like this. But I bet Blair would help you."

"Probably. It was just an idea, though. So...um...what are you doing today?"

"I don't have any plans for anything. Probably read, maybe go to Caritas or something. I don't have any classes tomorrow."

"Yeah, I gotta study my Shark and do some math problems, but that's about it. Maybe I'll meet you up at Carita's tonight, if that's okay." ~~Because no one else is around right now WTF?~~

Nadia shrugged. "I might not be there until pretty late; I still don't know if I'll really go," she said ~~pointing to her mun's availability post~~. "But you should go. Caritas is fun ~~when you don't get kicked out for fighting~~."

"Yeah, it is. I still need to get Alphonse over there one of these nights. I'll have to see if he's around later."

Nadia grinned. "And ask him about his friend, the Spanish shepherd?"

"Yeah, sure," Victor grinned. "Maybe I should bring my camcorder along to record his reaction. he'll probably have no idea what I'm talking about, but, hey, neither will I, so I guess it's cool."

Nadia pointed at him. "You'll just have to read the book, so you will know."

"Maybe I'll stop by Aero...Agra...that one bookstore that Mr. Giles and Lana work at. You know the one I'm talking about, right?"

Nadia nodded. "Aeroplanacitica or whatever. I like that place."

Even if she could never remember the name, either.

"Maybe they should just rename it to "Bookstore". It'd make it a heck of a lot easier to say. But yeah, it's pretty cool. That's where I pick up my trades at."

Nadia frowned. "Trades?"

~~and vanished because, zomg, end of work day, time for rehearsal!~~

"Collections of comics. Usually five or six issues in a series." He was getting really good at this explaining stuff, what with a boyfriend from several decades ago.

~~Have fun! See you later!~~

"Oh," Nadia said, surprised. "I didn't know that store sold comics, that's great."

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