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[x_wither]

One of the last times I was holed up in one of the guest rooms I was pretty literal with the holing up. Last time I was stuffed into one I mostly just slept there. I'm not actually sure I remember which room my stuff is in this time. I should probably find someone and check that or wander that hall and stare at the doors. Try all the doors until the key card works maybe? It's not like all the guest rooms are filled, right? And one day I will figure out who some of the people coming to see Yvette are, too. Good to know she's still beloved by all.

Anything I need to know while I'm here? New people with shiny death touch type things, various other dangerous hair-trigger mutations I should make sure I don't set off so I don't turn crispy? I really don't pine for knowing what it feels like to be fried chicken, really. Or ending up on the other end of a mummified limb.

Comments

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

... What, the potato salad, or the corn on the cob?

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

Huh...

Actually, never mind.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

So you don't want potato salad or corn? Huh?

... wait. Dude, you don't EAT CHICKEN. WTF? We're not making you a big bowl of breading, dude. Maybe we can fry you a ham.

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

Forget it Kyle. Just a change of heart, that's all.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Dude, wait, are you really saying you want fried chicken and now you're wussing out? DUDE. Come on, if you're gonna jump on it, don't back out now!

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

Maybe... is it even right for me to be wanting to eat it? Kev's cooking's always been real good...

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Dude, if you're gonna not eat a bird, you should not eat multicolored robot parrots. Fried chicken is awesome.

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

All right, all right. you got a point. I'll come out after the movie.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

Dude, did I just win an arguement with you? SWEET!

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

I think you should win a prize for that. I don't think I've ever won an arguement with him.

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

Easy.

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

Huh?

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

Both of you pairing up on me like that.

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

How else are we supposed to win?

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

You always gotta win?

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

Don't gotta, but everyone likes winning.

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

I should win PIE. Or cobbler.

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

That's what the bribery is for. Unless you want Jay to burn something making one for your prize... Seriously, man, you love your life too much to go there!

[x-wildchild.livejournal.com]

I seriously do. I don't want burned anything. Burned stuff is not a prize, it's having to eat cooking class FAIL.

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

All right. That's two now. Don't knock my pie makin skills. I got taught since you've been gone.

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

You set the kitchen on fire. I remember that. I don't trust you in the kitchen. Even if you say you had lessons or whatever. Fire = BAD.

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

Once, I set the kitchen on fire. Once... (maybe three times but the other two don't count cause I put it out before it started).

I'm good now. Real good. Jean-Paul's been teaching me.

[x-wither.livejournal.com]

Three times?

....

Yeah, no, you only get to do prep work until you prove you won't set things/people/entire rooms on fire.

Jean-Paul's a good cook, I hear. But not everyone's a good teacher. See above re: prep work.

[x-mirage.livejournal.com]

I'll make you a pie, Jay. Don't worry.

[x-icarus.livejournal.com]

See? Someone loves me. Fry bread on the side? Seriously Dani, you're making me fat.