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-French Freees

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And because Walter had yet to get a shot of John for his corkboard, he pulled out his own camera.

"Do bugs say cheese? Or just scritch scritch scritch?" He took a picture before John could respond. "Close enough and definitely going on the corkboard."

Pippi already has her camcorder from Documentary filmmaking out and is recording this.

For history.

Yes. That's it.

History.

John's caught between mortification and embarassment but tries to shrug it off with a grin.

To Nadia and Walter, he says, "You're both evil. So, perfect for each other!"

"Yes," said Nadia. "We are." She tilted her head. "I just need earth and leaves. Could you get someone else mad at you so they can turn you into something that would fit those?"

"Ah, you should've caught me while Rita Skeeter was still here. She'd fulfill that request immediately. Why not just take a picture of dirt for earth?"

"I'm sorry I missed that. Radio made it sound like fun." Walter said while waiting for the polaroid to develop.

"A picture of dirt is too obvious." Nadia put her camera away. "And dirt isn't very photogenic."

John taps his chin, thinking. "Swamp Thing?"

"A sand castle?"

"Mud pies!" exclaimed Walter, who might still be in a slightly dada headspace.

Nadia blinked. "Okay, I don't know what a swamp thing is, but I'm pretty sure I don't want to get close enough to photograph it. Sandcastles and, um, mud pies might work. . . ."

[ooc: You stayed up all night making new icons, didn't you.]

"Swamp Thing. Get a friend to roll in the mud and take a picture. Ta-da."

"You're my friend, aren't you, John?" Nadia batted her lashes at him. It could be a central theme, John posed as blue, earth, and leaves.

"Oh, in your dreams," John says, rolling his eyes.

"You can't turn down a nice request like that, can you?" Walter grinned and put the photo of John away. "How noble would your bugginess be then?"

"And, in return, I would get?"

"The satisfaction of a job well done?"

"A hearty handshake! The approvial of your peers!"

"General good will. You never can tell when you want a pirate, butler, or someday superspy to be happy with you."

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