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 Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 10:33 pm
*Luke spoke slowly.*
So something else taps in - and tells you what your body decides you need.
But you don't get to decide for yourself - what YOU think your body needs.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 10:38 pm
:::She scratched her head for a moment::: I... don't know what you mean. It's rather obvious what my body needs from what the tests result in. From what the tests bring to light, you can tell exactly what has to be induced in order to maintain a healthy vessel. It's not a hard concept to grasp, is it...?
:::She wondered if maybe Luke was the one who was confused here:::
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 10:48 pm
*Luke shook his head.* Tests can't give you everything you need, Slim.
*At that point Luke decides to forgo philosophical discussion.* Which is exactly the reason we're out here celebrating today. No more tests today or for the rest of the summer. And while you're here, that goes for you, too.
*Luke didn't feel the need to explain himself further. He motioned for their waitress to come over.*
*She obliged and asked.* "Is everything okay here?"
"Yeah -- can I get ..." *Luke pointed to the menu on the simpliest composition of carbohydrates and proteins that he could find.* "A spaghetti dinner. But without the sauce. Or the meatballs."
*The waitress gave Luke an odd look.* "Would you like any butter on it or garlic sauce..?"
"Nope. Not any salt or pepper either, if you can help it. Thanks."
*Luke turned back to Cora. He didn't feel the need to explain himself to the waitress either.*
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 10:51 pm
:::When the waitress was out of earshot, Cora leaned forward over the table so that she could speak quietly:::
What is spogedydinner?
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 10:57 pm
Appropriate levels of amino acids, vitamins, and carbohydrates. Solid. Tasteless. *smirks* You'll love it.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 11:00 pm
:::She tilted her head, slightly surprised:::
Wow...you mean they have that sort of thing here? :::She held her chin in thought::: Though I suppose it's a very generalized sample for which the food is approrpiate. Correct?
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 11:06 pm
*Brings hands down in the universal gesture for "chill".* It's spaghetti, Slim. Try not to overanalyze it.
*In the next fifteen minutes the waitress returns, carrying a steaming plate on a tray. By that time, Luke's devoured much of what was left of the pizza, including the piece that Cora took a bite out of. No sense wasting perfectly good ambrosia.*
*Luke moves the plates out of the way to make room for the dish of spaghetti. The waitress sets it down, saying.* "One spaghetti dinner. No sauce, no meatballs, not even salt and pepper." *She sent a smirking glance at Luke.*
*Luke has an amused grin on his face.* "Perfect. You're the best."
*The waitress walked away without disrobing, fainting, or giving Luke her number. Luke takes it in stride.*
*He nods to Cora.* There you go, Slim. Carbohydrates on a plate.
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 11:10 pm
:::She leaned over it wearily...it looked like her hair, at 85x. She took a sniff at the steam rising from it. It did have an odor, though not nearly as offensive as the pizza grease. Cora shot a glance up at Luke momentarily...before finally beginning to pick up a strand of it between her thumb and index finger:::
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 11:18 pm
*Luke opens his mouth to say something. He imagines trying to teach her to twirl spaghetti on a fork, and gets a fleeting image of his five year old cousin trying to do the same.*
*Luke shuts his mouth and waves a hand forward as if to say "go for it."*
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 11:24 pm
:::Cora had forgotten that people of the 21st century commonly use utensiles for eating, and obviously Luke didn't use any for the pizza. She'd tried not to recall her experience with 21st century food, since that was a troubling memory...her date with Tacitus didn't exactly go as planned...
This was a fresh experience now. She managed to seperate the one long strand from the rest of them. She finally got up the courage, and opened her mouth. She placed the one end of it between her teeth, and soon realized that it had a rather flimsy and squishy texture. Lucky her fingers still had hold if it when she bit off a small end and the rest came falling out.
She nibbled on what was in her mouth... it... it wasn't bad. She was encouraged. Cora began to put more and more of the strand in her mouth, until she'd successfully chewed up the whole thing. She went for a second one enthusiastically:::
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Posted: Thu Jul 28, 2005 11:27 pm
*Luke gives her a thumbs-up.*
Atta girl, Slim.
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 6:24 pm
:::She smiled with her mouth closed, still chewing, feeling like she'd gotten something right finally. Cora even pressed her luck by grabbing more than one noodle at once to chew on next...
It wasn't after about 4 or 5 pinches that she realized she may have been being rude. She motion to the plate for Luke to have some if he liked:::
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 6:34 pm
*Luke kicked back in his chair and put up his hands.* Nah thanks, Slim. I'm cool. But you go to town.
*Luke looked around surripitously from side to side. Barely anyone noticed Cora's eating habits, but if he joined in, it wouldn't be quite as cute as those dogs in the Disney movie. He'd jumped worlds, battled a natural born killing angel, and blown up a Jag.... But eating spaghetti without a fork in public - that was pushing it.*
*He grinned ear to ear - appreciating the absurdity of it all.* Tastes good, huh?
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 6:37 pm
:::Cora was too busy to ask what town she had to to go... She took another few strands, nodding to Luke:::
MMm... mhm...
:::She was already starting to feel satisfied, and she'd barely dented the massive pile of it in front of her. She wondered why they'd given her so much. Though, she still hadn't stopped to take a breathe:::
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2005 6:40 pm
Don't forget to come up for air, babe.
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