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Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Feesh steecks

-Subs

-Seled

-Cherry Pie-a

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Since she was already sitting, she couldn't drop to the floor, which was probably a good thing. So Nadia just squeaked and kept poking, aiming for spots she knew were ticklish.

Restrained by Pippi and poked on both sides, Walter was forced to do something decidedly unbutlerly.

He giggled.

Seras observed where Nadia was poking Walter and tried to see if those spots were as effective on her side of the butler as well.

"Do you yield, sir?"

Between giggles, Walter got out, "Never!"

Nadia scowled playfully as she continued poking.

Secret weapon time.

The lobster noise came out decidedly mournful at the fact that Walter wasn't going to yield.

That wasn't fair.

"Yield." Giggle. "I yield!" Giggle. "No fair."

Seras wrinkled her nose.

"You ought to copyright that noise. I think it could be used to subdue rioters. Using the proper megaphone, of course."

Nadia lobster noised cheerfully at Seras.

"With the antennae, I could create world peace."

Seras winced.

Then laughed.

"Lobstertopia," she said, recognizing the noise from when Walter'd demonstrated some of the creature languages he'd learned.

"We would have to name the Capital in Anna's honor."

"Who is Anna?" asked Seras, taking a sip of her coffee which had now gone cold.

"Anna's this lobster Pippi and I met while we were wee," Walter said by way of non-explanation.

Nadia grinned at the memory of four year old Walter. "That was a good weekend."

Pippi nodded.

"I almost yern for it."

Seras looked confused.

"You three knew eachother when you were children?"

"Not exactly. One weekend, we just woke up and most of the students here were wee. I was four. For the whole weekend. It was one of the best weekends ever."