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Das Schnitzel was back in the kitchen today. She looked as though she still was tiffed at the Chef. Maybe it's because of the "I heart Fettucini Alfredo" shirt the Chef was wearing.

Eh, tudey ve-a hefe-a breekffest fur loonch! Oone-a ooff Des Schneetzels fefureete-a theengs. Yuoo knoo vhet oone-a ooff my fefureete-a theengs is? Fettooceeni Elffredu!

Das Schnitzel glares at the Chef.

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Puncekes

-Becun

-Soosege-a

-Cereel

-Veffffles

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Nadia decided it was probably a good idea not to get involved in the battle over fetuccini alfredo, despite the fact that it was actually one of her favorite Italian dishes.

So she kept her mouth shut and just smiled at the Chef and Das Schnitzel as she grabbed a bit of everything and headed over to the usual table.

Food! was high on his list of things to enjoy today, so Walter grabbed his usual a lot of everything and went to join Nadia for lunch.

Nadia smiled up at Walter as he came over. "Hi, how are you?"

"Good," and he actually meant it. "I'm looking forward to the party later." Although not so much the dress shopping. "You?"

"Also good. The pool party should be a lot of fun. Did you ever get a new swim suit?"

She hadn't found the perfect dress for Walter yesterday when she went shopping with Veronica, but she'd found a few possibilities she'd be recommending to him. She didn't even want to think about what would be required for her getting a tuxedo.

"It seems girls have a harder time of it. I had no trouble with a suit. Pip did point out that those tiny suits are apparently quite popular with men in Europe."

Fortunately he hadn't chosen one of those. "When are we supposed to get this ~~dress~~ prom ~~humiliation~~ shopping over with?"

Nadia was briefly distracted by the mental image of Walter in one of those tiny swim suits. "Yes, it can be tough for girls to find the right swim suit. There is a lot of variety in styles."

As for the ~~dress humiliation~~ prom shopping: "I don't know, but I don't have any classes this afternoon. Veronica ended up getting something last night, I think, we all went shopping. I found a couple dresses you might like."

Yes, she is smiling a little evilly as she says that last bit.

"Oh, and I should make sure I buy tickets, too." And stop by Empire to see about getting another pay advance.

He grimaced at the mention of dresses that he would like. "I'm going to have to take your word for it. I've never even worn a kilt, let alone an actual dress." And the shoes? He hardly wanted to think about it. "I'm done with class for the day, so whenever you like."

Whether Walter was wearing the dress on Saturday or not, he was old-fashioned enough not to have even considered that Nadia would pay for the tickets. "You don't have to do that, I picked up a pair of tickets yesterday."

"We should go when we're done eating, then. Or maybe run around for awhile to burn off the calories and THEN go. . . ."

Walter in a kilt . . . now that would be hot.

"How much do I owe you for the ticket?"

"Is that how it's done?" Walter raised his eyebrows. "Alright. Since this is a friend date, you owe me $25."

As for eating, he grabbed a piece of bacon and started chewing very slowly. "If I take two days to eat lunch and we run out of time for dress shopping, can I just wear one of my suits?"

"No." Nadia dug through her pockets and her backpack and managed to scrounge up $19.78. "I'll give you the rest later, I have to go get an advance from Lucas."

"Don't worry about it," Walter said, tucking away the cash and dropping the change in his book bag. "Bringing people food pays better than you'd think." At least when you worked someplace like Cafe Fina.

"Right then, let's eat and get this over with. I heard the radio last night, so the whole island already knows I'm wearing a dress on Saturday." He eyed her suspiciously. "You didn't make money on the streets by sharking people with coin tosses did you?"

"Of course not. How do you fix a coin toss?" Nadia smiled, but the expression was just a little strained. "I did kind of have a dream where every time we flipped a coin it came up heads, though."

Nadia focused entirely on her plate. Mmm, breakfast for lunch.

"Hi there!" Pippi called out walking up. "Mind if I join you?"

She had "kind of" a dream. "I... think I might have to get you for this."

A bed full of glitter would be terribly itchy, for instance.

"Hi, Pippi. Sure, have a seat."

"Thanks." She flopped down into a steat and tucked into her lunch with a vengence.

"What's new and exciting?"

Nadia wasn't cringing at Walter's threat, no, not at all. "How was I supposed to know it would work? Not everything from the dreams comes true," Thankfully.

"For instance, Pippi, have you ever worn a Bitterwoman costume?"

"... No." said Pippi.

"But that sound like a good idea for Haloween!"

*munch munch munch*

There was a soft mooshing sound as Nadia actually headdesked into her Veffffles. Fortunately, she had not added butter, syrup, or hot sauce to them yet.

But revenge could be fun! "Right. We'll leave the matter of glittery tickly vengeance for another day, Nadia."

Nadia picked her head back up. "That same dream had Alfred being meek and wearing a dress! I thought it was just a regular dream-dream!"

She wasn't flailing, though. No. No flailing.

"Well, meek Alfred in a dress. I can understand why you wouldn't believe that." Walter pulled out a handkerchief and passed it to Nadia. "You have waffle in your hair."

Pippi did her best to picture that... And added waffle to his hair.

Nadia accepted the handkerchief with somewhat ill grace and used it to wipe at her hair and face with as much dignity as a girl with waffle in her hair and no butler training could possibly possess.

Which was amusement enough for Walter to put thoughts of revenge on hold. He wouldn't have put waffle in her hair and she'd gone and done it for him.

"Right then. Dress shopping after food."

He turned his attention to Pippi. "What are your plans for prom, since it seems to be all anyone is talking about?"

"I don't know. I guess I need a dress." she said...

"I have a ticket, but I don't have a date... Is it really that important?'

"I think, at this point, the dress is more important." Nadia shrugged. "You should come shopping with us!"

Oh sure. He'd be wearing the dress to prom. Why shouldn't one of his best friends come along to see him pick it?

"Yes, come with us," he muttered at his waffles.

Okay, teasing Walter about the dress was becoming somewhat less fun.

Like, a milliliter less.

"You can help me find a tux, too."

"Oh! Shoppies!"

"Right. What is your afternoon schedule, Pippi? Both Nadia and I are free after lunch. Do you have setup to do for the party? I can help with that." It would beat the hell out of sitting in his room staring at whatever dress he ended up buying.

Weeeell... Pippi had a 5th period class... But... Dress shopping!

"I'm fine to go shopping after lunch. Then we can set up for the pool party after that."

"I can help set up, too." The better to spend more time teasing Walter.

Walter looked down at his waffles and smiled. This was a ridiculous situation, but if forced, with much arm twisting, it was a perfect diversion and he was grateful.

Nadia caught sight of what she was pretty sure was a smile on Walter's face and inwardly congratulated herself. Distraction? Thy name is Nadia.

Sure, if he repressed it enough it would all come spilling out messily later and be even harder to fix, but . . . she'd worry about that, later.

Yes, let's burn that bridge when we come to it.

"We also have to stop by Cafe Fina to get the thing that makes layered food flat and warm." grinned Pippi.

Layered food? What? "And I have to stop by Empire to see about getting money so I can afford a tux."

[ooc: out to lunch, back in half an hour!]

"Let's all meet at Stuff for Sale after you stop at Empire and Pippi and I drop by Cafe Fina."

Hm... "Are we going to eat at the restaurant before going to the prom? If we are, I should probably warn Alfred about... you know, the dress."

Did they have to? It might have been Nadia's only chance to see Alfred have a reaction to something. . . .

"If you want to, sure. I haven't been there since . . . well, you know."

Yeah, he remembered.

"If it has bad associations, we can go somewhere else," he offered, looking concerned.

Nadia stared down at her food, poking at her smooshed waffle. "No, no, that's okay, Cafe Fina is good." It wasn't like it was Alfred's fault her father had turned out to be . . . the person he was.

She looked up and gave Walter what she hoped was a reassuring look. "I'm not about to let him take away one of my favorite restaurants."

Walter nodded and smiled tightly. "Right. Then Cafe Fina it is." No doubt his discomfort in a dress would be enough distraction from her Cafe Fina memories.

"I can just see Wadsworth's reaction..." Thee would be headdesking, if he was sitting at a table, but he wasn't headwaffling like Nadia had - he used too much syrup.

Oooo, she'd forgotten about Wadsworth. That could be fun. He wasn't nearly as butlerish as Alfred.

"So," she said, after taking a bite of her not-squished bacon. "What kind of dress do you want?"

The question could, really, be to either Walter or Pippi.

"I'm not sure. Used to be I'd just dig something out of the attic at Villa Villekulla (http://static.flickr.com/41/81795405_4d0bf17b12.jpg?v=0) when I needed a party dress. But it's rather far away for that."

One that looks just like a tuxedo.

Really, he should stop pouting. He lost the coin flips mostly fair and square. "I'll have to let you two guide me."

Nadia nodded. "Veronica said you should look for something fabulous. Well, she said something comfortable, too, but I'm getting the feeling that there's no such thing as a dress you'd feel comfortable in, so we'll just have to aim for fabulous."

She smiled. "And I have shoes you can borrow, as long as you get something that matches silver."

"I'm sure that you and Pippi won't let me look like an idiot." At least not more of an idiot.

"You will look fabulous. Not like an idiot."

[ooc: oh lord, I dunno. I guess contact Molly and see if she minds us jumping onto that post?]

"Fabulous. Right." Walter looked dubious. "I'll see you there (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/783120.html?thread=29860624#t29860624) then."

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