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I seemed tu hefe-a lust my shues. Du nut be-a elermed thuoogh. I cleuned my feet thees murneeng effter I used zeem tu smuush up zee grepes fur zee jooeece-a.

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Spegettee und Meetbells

-Clem Chooder

-Sveet Putetues

-Grepe-a Jooeece-a

-Pooddeeng

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Pippi is trying something different with her braids today (http://strongestgirl.livejournal.com/29737.html).

Grabs a bit of everything?

Yup.

Sits by a window?

Yup.

Ivanova slid into a seat by her with a large bowl of clem chooder and nodded in greeting. "Hey, Pippi. I like the hair."

"Thanks." she said nodding back. "Yours is nice as well. What do you use on it?"

"Shampoo," Ivanova replied with a small smirk. "I tend to be a low-maintenance sort of person."

Pippi shrugged.

"I guess that works." she said with a smile. "What have you been up to?"

It was Ivanova's turn to shrug. "Not much. Homework. Reading. Studying. My nights have been fairly boring since my girlfriend left and I gave up drinking."

"Hmmm, you need a new hobby then..." Pippi took on a thoughtfull expression.

"Any suggestions?" Ivanova asked, poking at what must have been a chunk of clem in her chooder.

"I'm fond of embroidery myself... And shopping for antiques... And sailing of course... And coin collecting... And music, I play the trumpet... And cooking... And dancing..."

Ivanova raised an eyebrow. "Wow. That's quite a list. I've never been good with a needle myself. And according to Tonks I couldn't carry a tune in a bucket. And also according to Tonks I'm almost as bad a cook as she is." She smirked. "She tried to cook for me on Valentine's. We were almost smoked out of our first date."

"Well that's the best if you don't know how to do something." said Pippi. "Then it's a real challenge and when something turns out then it's even better."

"I never looked at it that way," Ivanova murmured, grinning. "Then maybe think you could give me the recipe for those pancakes and I'll do my very best not to set the dorm on fire?"

"Of course!" Pippi grinned. "I'll have to write it down... I've been making them for so long the recipe is just in my head."

She took out a notebook and a pen but then stopped.

"Oh... You'll probably be wanting to make it in smaller batches then I do huh?"

"Probably," Ivanova chuckled, having seen the size of some of Pippi's pancake towers. "How can such a tiny thing like you pack away that many pancakes in one sitting?"

Pippi thinks Charlie would be very proud of her has she cut her normal recipe for pancakes (http://www.cooks.com/rec/doc/0,184,150174-254194,00.html) down by several times all at once... Rather then by half and then half again and then half again and so on.

Pippi giggled. "I believe somebody... It may have been Walter, once described it as 'metabolism of a bumblebee'."

Ivanova made a face. "If I ate like you, instead of fighting imperialism I would be the expanding Russian frontier."

"I think the secret is to keep active." Pippi responded laughing.

"I could run for days and still not be able to pack in as much as you," Ivanova replied, grinning. She poked at her chooder. "Although the school food does certainly help one from overeating," she added dryly.

Pippi shrugged again.

"It's ready now and I didn't have to cook it so more time for dancing and music and hanging out with friends... And studies too... I guess."

"I like the way you prioritise."

Dancing. Tonks had promised her that they'd go dancing some night, and Ivanova could watch her break an ankle.

"My friend Annika said that as long as I didn't forget studies all together my priorities are okay."

"I completely agree."

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