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Hellu stoodents, I hupe-a tudey is treeteeng yuoo vell. I sev thet skeletun ierleeer! He-a cuoold use-a ieteeng sume-a ooff my fuud. Bork Bork Bork!

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Speghettee und Meetbells

-Gerleec Breed

-Seled

-Cannoli

Comments

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova smiled at him. "You make it sound very simple, my young friend," she replied. "But somehow I don't think a cafeteria ruled by a Swedish chef and his pet chicken is the proper venue for philosophical debates. But talking with you helps. More than meditation, actually." She made a bit of a face. "I'm a bit too active for meditation.

"And thanks. They were very good shoes."

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

"Maybe you've just not been meditating with the right person." Blair bounced. "I'm pretty active and I meditate a lot."

"I'm not sure where a better place would be for philosophical debates. The Swedes seem to be into philosphy...and I don't know about chickens, but I wouldn't think they hate it or anything. Except for that whole chicken crossing the road joke. That may get tiring for them after a while."

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

She hadn't known that, but it made sense. Somehow she didn't think they did it for the same reason. Unless Blair was secretly a PsiCorps plant to draw her out and wow she was really getting paranoid. And she hadn't even been drinking.

She snickered. "Hey, Blair, why didn't the skeleton cross the road?"

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair blinked and shrugged. "Um...to get to the other side?"

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

"He didn't have the guts!" she replied with glee. At least she was smiling now.

[lovechildblair.livejournal.com]

Blair groaned and laughed.

[ooc: and Blair-mun trundles off to bed. good night!]

[suzotchka.livejournal.com]

Ivanova's grin was unrepentent.

[[Night!]]