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 Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 7:38 pm
Sheldon sighed, finally reacting a little more than a bland answer to the actions of Ellie Spectre. His hands still hovered in place as if they were still holding the menu before finally curling into fists and lowering to the table. At least he already settled on which kind he wanted before she so rudely yoinked the menu. (And this girl was a princess....)
He gave Ellie a look, partly for the menu and mostly for disregarding the wonders of pie. It classified mostly as a dessert, for sure, but, "you know they make meat pies too, right?" He knew what she meant but he might as well put that out there. Even though he didn't know why.
His eyes wandered to the crowds, wondering when they'd get themselves a server.
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Ridley's beaming smile the instant Istas asked her such a simple question. Oh.. right. Pi. "No...." she answered honestly. Well, she knew it had to do with Three Fourteen, given the day but after that she really had no clue. "But, isn't that the date and stuff?" Wait, did they have to know more? That sucked!
Scowling about her lack of knowledge at least got put on hold with her friend's loud call to an uncle. The orange haired girl pulled back from the volume and settled back once Istas' voice turned back to normal.
"He owns it?" Her smile returned with an actual thought crossing her mind, well if they couldn't get pie with knowing some stupid number maybe they could get some pie because of family relations. That seemed like an awesome idea. "Chicken fingers would be awesome," she told the other girl as she leaned a little on the counter. Ridley had no idea if that would be free as well, but at least she had remembered to bring some cash with her on her trip.
"We should," she added back to a previous thought which was only remembered because of current circumstances. "My grounding it almost done and stuff so I should be able to totally hang out soon." Stupid school making her get in trouble.
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 7:50 pm
Trevor was walking down the sidewalk when his cell phone beeped signaling he got a text message he blinked and wondered who it was from. Pulling it out he opened to check the message, it seems it was a text message from Lily with a picture of a poster. He tilted his head in slight confusion, but then after a second he hit a wall of people in front of a pie store, he glanced at the picture on his phone then up at the poster and he read "hm...pi day" he said curiously. He had never heard of this pi day before, he muttered under his breath at the fact that there were so many people. He weaved his way through the crowd to see if he could peer into a window.
Well, it was definitely a busy day for this business he still didn't get what all the hype was about before thinking about it "a day you get pie free, I don't see the point" he quietly said to himself only for him to hear. He scanned the shop front window to see if he could spot anyone he knew but with the waves of people it seemed impossible.
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 8:12 pm
Soon there were a pair of rather nice shoes underneath her hiding spot, which meant someone had decided to sit there. Soon enough a red-haired woman's face seemed to peek into view and a friendly hand reaching down to pet her. The woman (Phina) was not familiar to her, so ********* had to be a bit more subtle about her interactions. She easily leaned into the hand which ran across her fur and let out a pleasant trilling mewing sound. It was quieter than usual, but she did have to keep as low a profile as she could.
Rather than following the friendly gesture onto the seat, the manx instead sat up on her hind legs and pawed her front paws at the air slightly.
Kitty does tricks, kitty gets treat?
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As was her usual delicate and considerate manner, the blonde was soon enough flipping a middle finger at Sheldon. Of course she knew there were meat pies. Despite her obvious message to the shaggy haired guy across the table from her, she grinned a bit, then gestured to the lilac haired man again.
"...whatever... I talked to that guy when he got his bike fixed up at work... was braggin' 'bout all the spicy stuff they have here... so I figured I'd give it a shot. Th'pie's gonna be fer my mom." She once more wildly waved her arm towards the owner (Noah), though he had apparently decided to shout something about strawberries and raspberries and cross contamination. He probably wouldn't see her, which wasn't too big a deal to her.
She shrugged it off, then planted the menu on the table. "...dunno what I did... but my mom's pissed at me... she can have th'pie... cuz I don't want it!"
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 8:47 pm
Sheldon left Ellie to flagging down someone, because he was far from actually willing to exert that sort of energy even with his actual desire to have some pie on such a day.
The male simply nodded to her explanation, recalling her mention and previous observations of the blonde and spicy looking foods. He didn't say anything about it, nor finding any compulsion to question the information about her mother. That was personal information he really want to delve into. The two might be... kind of friends ... maybe, or something but Sheldon never really cared to know about these things.
It at least explained why she was trying to get some pie when she had such a low opinion on it.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 7:35 am
"Oh, um, thank you! Yeah, it would be kinda silly to test me after hearing her." She giggled at the waitress, shrugging. "I'll have chef's salad, please, but no meat on it, with Ranch dressing. And... a strawberry pie, if you have any left."
"I've never done Karaoke before... I don't know if I'd be comfortable getting up in front of people like that. Its different when you're mixed in with the choir. I'm... not really that good, it would be embarrassing..." Orah laughed when she turned back to her friend. "I enjoy singing enough, though, I just stick with being part of the group where I'm not so noticeable. I don't actually go out all that much, which is part of why I've never been to that place. I spend a lot of time helping out my dad and doing flower arrangements... and homework."
The teen made a face at that. "Math is a pain."
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 9:55 am
Eliza jotted down the order for Orah, "okay, it will be out in a few minutes. We are rather busy today, so sorry in advance if you have a bit of a wait." With that she moved off putting the order in and grabbing the peach pie that belonged to Nicole, as well as her coffee which was very hot. She looked it over and smiled seeing it looked very peachy and headed over to the woman.
When she reached the table she placed the items before the woman, "Here you are coffee and peach pie. Please be careful, the coffee is hot and I don't want you to burn yourself." She gave another smile, "My name is Eliza. Call me if you need anything else."
She gave a nod and was off to wait on Phina sitting at the table with *********> at it. When she got to the table she noticed immediately that Phina was looking under the table and peek as well. Her face lit up.
"Seems like we got a kitty snuck in here," she said with a grin vaguely recognizing *********, but mostly recognizing the star on her forehead.
Phina looked up rather surprised as she had been watching ********* do her little trick and finding rather adorable and being amazed that someone took the time to train a cat. She wanted to give her a treat, but she didn't have any.
She looked to Eliza watching as the girl stood up, welcomed her and asked about Pi for pie. Phina shook her head not wanting to try and recite pi, there was was enough of that chirping through the diner. "No that's okay, I'll have two turkey sandwiches, one for me and one for the cat, if thats okay. As well as a piece of key lime pie."
Eliza quickly jotted down the order and then bent under the table giving ********* a pet and asking, "You okay with a turkey sandwich," in a whisper that Phina seemed to ignore. "I can get you pie to if you like. How about chocolate mousse?"
Lily gave a small laugh at Orah and smiled, "You really should try it sometime with some friends. Hindsight has private karaoke rooms like the ones in Japan as well as the open lounge, so if your shy no problems. Though I must admit that flowering arranging does sound like it would be rather neat."
Lily gave another laugh, "math isn't so bad, but I understand the homework thing. You only get more of it in college. I swear sometimes I feel like I have no time for anything else." Oh course that wasn't totally the truth because he major involved less homework than most she imagined, but she still had her fair share.
She looked up briefly and spotted Chris giving a small wave though she wasn't sure she saw him. She then scanned the crowd and thought she saw Trevor at the window, so she waved to him as well though it was even less likely he saw her.
Xander walked into the diner having got his sister's text and being ready for a lunch break. For once he was ponytail free and his mass of red curls tumbled down his shoulder and a little way down his back. He wore khakis and and green polo untucked for once. He scanned the diner while he walked spotting many familiar faces and almost stepping on another though the woman would hardly recognize him.
A second later he was hauling Jessie up off the floor and giving her a concerned look, "Hey are you okay? Looks like you took a bit of a nasty fall. You didn't sprain anything did you?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 10:25 am
Jessie was a bit surprised at first that it truly did appear that no one noticed her face dive but that was squashed when man with bright red hair (Xander) helped her to her feet. "No.... I don't think so." She said as her face flamed from embarrassment. First she falls but the universe was kind and no one seemed to knotice then a really handsome man spots her on the floor and helps her to her feet.... gahhh!. "I just seem to be spending a bit more time on the floor lately then normally," she added thinking about the 'dream' the other day where she fell and was attacked by bunnies.... didn't happen! She refused to admit that it might really have happened, even if the sand in her clothing and the scratches and bumps proclaimed the event really did happen.
The thought of clothes made her do a quick check of her own outfit to make sure the spill didn't do any true harm. Her eggshell blouse was a bit dusty but not torn, nor did her khaki slacks show any more damage then wrinkles and dirt. Her white flats took the most destruction with scuff marks on the toes, nothing a quick wash couldn’t fix. Her hair on the other hand was starting to pull loose of the ponytail it had been shoved into, the softly curling dark brown strands feathered around her face. And yet her glasses, something that physics should have predicted to go flying, were still settled squarely on her nose, not cracked, scratched, or damaged in any way. With a muttered "Thank god," Jessie pulled off her glasses to give them a quick polish on her shirt, the world around her going slightly blurry around the edges.
Once her glasses were back on her face she smiled shyly and stuck her hand out. "I'm Jessie by the way." Even she knew to introduce her self to the person who helped her up off the floor.
(edited for more content)
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 2:14 pm
Orah wasn't too worried about the wait time. She had someone friendly to chat with, that was more than enough to pass a little time.
"Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning in homework... like the teachers give it to you just to see you flail around under all of it. I do okay in school, I'm not struggling, but the workload makes me really tired." She said as she leaned her chin on her hands, swinging her crossed feet a little under the table. She beamed though, when she mentioned flower arrangement. "I really love doing it. I've had flowers around me almost all my life and it was just sort of natural to start playing with them. It can be a lot of fun to poke and prod at it, moving things around and tucking them into place... and its so pretty to look at when you're done... Though I get the most satisfaction when someone buys them and I know they're going to the home of someone who appreciates how pretty they are."
Seeing Lily wave, Orah turned to look over her shoulder. She turned back when she didn't recognize anyone, smiling across the table. "Did you see some friends?"
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 7:21 pm
Her pie and coffee brought over to her, Ms. Walter gave the waitress an eager smile while awknowledging what she said. The pie looked delicious and the coffee smelled divine but while her fork lingered with a piece of the pie on it she found her attention on Noah. It would have been amazing if Ms. Walter hadn't had her attention caught by Noah given the circumstances. In fact, she was sure the street down had heard him. He remembered what happened, and she left him a wave of her hand.
On the other side of the diner, pie was being shoved into Pascal's face. No longer did numbers spin off like a computer program and instead, under that thick layer of coconut cream, Pascal was scowling. It didn't last, his body motion recovering from the shock of having pie shoved in his face as his tongue slipped over his lip and cleared it away. He had been hoping it would be pineapple pie and instead his face turned sour.
"This was not the kind of pie I wanted shoved into my face," he said, a grin lingering over his face as he waited a moment. "Perhaps when you're done here we can head back to my place for seconds." And thirds. Maybe 3.14 times for good measure. It sounded good to him. What other way was there to celebrate Pi Day?
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 7:39 pm
Chris smiled as Zia acknowledged him with a partial wave, but seemed immediately distracted with the customer in front of her. She appeared to know him at least, seeing as she'd thrown a pie in his face!! Which left Chris with wide eyes and sputtering in surprise, and his little brother doubled over in stitches, laughing as though he'd never seen anything more amazing in his life. Although, if he thought about it, this behavior wasn't far off from how she typically behaved... depending on her mood. If she was in the mood to be throwing pie into people's faces, who knew if even he would be safe? He was pleased to note that she seemed in much better spirits than she'd been only a few weeks prior.
Figuring it would be best to grab her when she wasn't so, uh... busy, he turned to look back at the red head he could have sworn he recognized. He had to do a double take as he looked back because she seemed to be waving at him as well...
"Lily??," he almost gasped, staring at her, before foregoing any preplanned purpose for being there, quickly closing the distance between them. "Lily, I... You look great! How are you?" he beamed in excitement, practically pulling her up and into a tight embrace. They might not be as close of friends as he wished they were, and hoped they would become, but he still valued her friendship and had missed her more than he'd realized. "I'm so glad to see you!" he more or less gushed, doing his best to ignore the gagging noises made by his brother at his show of happiness. He was doing his best to be nice to the kid, but if Peter kept it up, he'd regret it... somehow.
It took a few moments for him to actually let her go, and only when he realized that he was probably interrupting her and her friends. "Ah... sorry," he grinned sheepishly at Orah, taking a step back to give Lily some room. "I just... Did you get your wedding invitation in the mail yet??" He couldn't help that he was excited.
Annnd it figured that Chris would get distracted. Peter rolled his eyes when it was obvious that he had gone forgotten in the mess of running into people. And as much as he didn't get along with Zia, it was always a pleasant surprise when she was actually, well... cool.
He adjusted his backpack on his shoulders, tempted to pull out his tablet to play with, but ended up overhearing what an older woman, Phina, was saying to a waitress. "You can't give a cat a turkey sandwich!" he chirped in disbelief, taking a few steps over to where the woman and *********> were. "What if it ends up with a stomach ache and throws up everywhere? They can have very sensitive stomachs!" he informed her.
Not that he knew all that much about cats. He had one... sort of... Sheena didn't belong to him, exactly. It wasn't like she was always with him, although she was welcome into his house, but he could understand the responsibility of a Guardian Cat, especially when there was so much work to be done.
"Here, I'll prove it," he insisted, shifting the backpack off his shoulders to place in front of him as he squatted on the ground. But pulling the tablet from its case loosened another object from inside the bag, and a strange looking pen hit the ground with a tink. Peter wondered what his reaction must have looked like to anyone paying attention to the runty middle schooler, crouching on the ground, practically throwing aside his iPad in order to rescue what could have been a simple highlighter. After the initial reaction of panic, he tried the best show of nonchalance he could manage, sending a casual glance over to where his older brother was, in the hopes that he hadn't noticed the slipup.
"Google, what can cats eat?" he chirped into the microphone, waiting for the search engine to pull up a list of what was acceptable.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 7:59 pm
There was a trigger word if ever in the history of forever. Ridley's head instantly pulled from the menu that she had somehow acquired, in the air and on the hunt the moment that the word 'cat' crossed her ears. She had thought her cat senses had tingled, but with it being more of a make believe power there was never ways to really trust it. But there was one. She heard someone mention one. Her orange eyes were on the prowl.
There! Her eyes widened with her smile. "*********!" She squealed, giving Istas such a happy look before diverting back to the small manx cat. And just in time to hear Peter say the most stupid statement she had ever heard. The little girl wrinkled her nose, "are you ******** stupid?" She asked, never one to care about her language, "cats can too eat turkey sandwiches... especially that one!" Hell, she'd seen ********* eat an impressive amount of food before.
Even her own cat Priss. And Priss ate string and grass sometimes. She didn't need a computer to tell her that one. It had been a long learned experience learning what cats could and couldn't eat, mostly stemming from her childhood of making the cat and dog attempt bizarre things - well, Dodger ate anything but Pris certainly taught her the extent of a feline's stomach.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 8:34 pm
While Noah generally felt bad for Yvette-- not an uncommon sentiment given he generally pitied her at all times and was usually always about to collapse from the crushing GUILT she put on him for nothing reasons-- He wasn't about to apologize for calling attention to the very serious issue of cross contamination and all that possible resulting DEATH.
It took a ridiculous amount of nagging and prodding and forcible dish washing to avoid cross contamination on a normal day, much less when the staff decided to throw an impromptu pie party and flood the place.
"Here, sit down, I'll get you something, what do you want?" He didn't trust his servers for s**t, especially not with Yvette. Ms. Walter's hand wave was met with a 'watching you' gesture and a narrowed eye glare. While normally he'd be at the woman's feet thanking her graciousness for not litigating him into oblivion, he was in overloaded overprotective mode, even if it was motivated mostly by revenue. "Enjoying your pie? No itching throat? Impending anaphylactic shock?" He asked with dark sarcasm as he passed her table purposely on his way to retrieve whatever, and completely ignoring Istas' attempt at pretending she had any control over her second cousin or whatever's brother's whoever. He had s**t to do!
And retrieval mode Noah was ground to a halt. Cat. Cat cat cat. NO. Seriously, first people keep letting the dog in and now there's a cat. He hadn't seen it at first but people were talking about it, and he didn't serve felines. Present family members excepting.
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"Haaaa," Zia reacted to Pascal with an awkward crack in her voice. Normally from there the conversation would've gone from suggestive to blatantly crude but not in public in front of her friends oh god.
"I'm actually probably trapped until closing time," She said, taking off a glob of cream with her finger and eating it. The comfort level was apparently high enough casual interaction with him was antisocial a*****e behavior for everyone else. So that was kind of a sign of affect, right? "Feel free to tag along, though." As long as he didn't embarrass her, probably, hopefully. She was mostly worried about being embarrassed in front of Chris or Jessie, but Jessie was talking to alleyway doctor man and Chris was talking to Lily. And honestly, Chris and Lily getting to hang out and conversation made her a little jealous she wasn't involved.
She wanted to be involved so bad.
She was torn and was actually weighing the options of just blowing off the day to hang out and goof around, but when she realized she recognized one of the customers waiting for service she couldn't resist going back to pretending to be useful s**t. Because antagonizing ********* b***h was too good to pass up.
She had to settle for a "Heeeey," As she passed Chris and Lily, which was more of a childish 'hi, I'm here, miss me, damn it' because she craved attention.
But she got to Ellie and Sheldon and shifted her weight to one hip. "Hello, Large Blonde One. Guy-I-Don't-Know," As these were their designated names and were going to be called as such until Sheldon gave her something better. "What're you having?"
Noah was apparently really set on finding that damn at, because he wasn't watching where he was going at all and collided with Zia, totally ruining any plans she had of messing with Ellie, just a little.
"MOTHERF--"
"Zia," Noah was apparently quicker about righting himself because he was back and steady on his feet in time to catch, manhandle, and slap one flour covered, grubby hand over her mouth to make her squeal in muffled disgust. "There are children present. Hey kid," Greeting number two of the day for Ellie.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 8:35 pm
Phina frowned at the kid (Peter), who came over and told her she couldn't given the cat a turkey sandwich. She knew of course that there wasn't really anything wrong with giving the cat a turkey sandwich and was about to tell the boy just that, when yet another kid (Ridley) turned up. Her frowned deepened, not only was she not flirting with Noah, she now had a cat and not one, but to children at her table.
She smirked at the girl, despite her language, deciding that, yeah she like the girl. "I was just about to tell him that cat's can have turkey. It's perfectly fine for them to have and that really one can't rely on google for everything. The internet is full of fallacies and/ or falsehood. Is she, this cat, yours or do you just know her?"
Really she didn't want the kids at her table, but if the girl knew the cat, well it was probably good that she came over.
Lily wasn't any more worried about the wait than Orah, no she was enjoying her chat and always happy to make a new friend. There were so many unique people in there city, it was always exciting to make a new friend and get to know them.
She laughed when the girl talked about homework and school. Really teachers could be so evil at times, but the good kind of evil. "I have greenhouse and my backyard and several at my parent's house. My best friend takes care of them. He has a really green thumb. I bet you two would get along really well," she said with a laugh.
When Orah asked her if she saw anyone, she nodded and was about to say she actually saw lots of her friends before Chris came up and grabbed her up in a big hug which she reciprocated affectionately. She missed her friend, while she'd seen Paris, a few months back, she hadn't seen Chris, so it was really nice to see him.
She gave a laugh, "Thanks. Best reaction I've gotten after coming back. Most people mourned my short hair. It's growing back now, though I'm thinking about cutting it off again. Sssshhhh, don't tell Zia. I'm great though, working toward a degree in music. It's really great to see you, so so great!" She hugged her friend again.
Chris appologized to Orah and Lily gave the girl a apologetic smile before sliding back into the booth and patting the seat beside her, fully intending on introducing the two, but being instantly distracted by mentions of wedding invitations.
She shook her head, looking half way between confused and estatic. "I've been staying the big house with my brother for a bit, so I haven't been home, but Alex didn't mention anything coming in the mail."
She gave an excited squeal followed by, "aweddinginvitationyay," in one rushed breath.
Xander frowned slightly at Jessie's words and instantly went into doctor mode. He asked if she bumped her head, if she had dizzy spells and another number of things, not really paying attention to her checking her clothes were in order and probably not paying that much attention to his rapid fire questions. He was a bit concerned because he did in fact know she had been attacked by youma bunnies and he'd helped save her, meeting her knight side in the process.
He stopped when she introduced herself, taking her hand and giving her a small head dip of a bow, like a total gentleman. "Nice to meet you. I'm Xander Jacobs. I'm really glad I spotted you. I almost stepped on you, but being in the hustle and bustle of a hospital all day you make sure to watch were you are going."
All of this was said matter of factly, even though it could be taken jokingly. He was clearly not joking. He scanned the crowd momentarily looking for somewhere to sit in the crowded diner because he did actually intend to get food as well as pie.
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 9:10 pm
"Here, sit down, I'll get you something, what do you want?"
That was what Yvette heard. Of course, she could only assume it came from the man who had those brown work boots (aka Noah). She wasn't lifting her eyes anytime soon. With a blind sort of faith, she followed said brown work boots until she was at a seat. Once at the seat, she murmured out her request.
"...lemon meringue... ifit'snottoomuchtrouble... " He soon enough rushed off, and left the girl sitting at a table by herself. On a normal day it was trouble, but today, she knew it would be even more trouble than it was really worth.
...but pie...
Eventually her cheeks did seem to cool and soon enough her eyes were lifting up from the floor and looking about the room again.
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The manx had become quite popular quite quickly. However, it wasn't exactly surprising! She was just talented at being the center of attention.
********* let out an adoring mewling sound at the suggestion of a turkey sandwich (made by Phina). A new face (Eliza) peeked under the table and suggested a pie as well. She let out an even more enthusiastic sound as she leaned into the girl's petting fingers. Her eyes were as wide and adoring as possible.
And then someone came by and suggested she'd get sick if she ate all that food. Within moments, she went from cutesy happy kitty face to miserably pathetic sad kitty face. And said face was now aimed at the boy who had suggested such blasphemy (Peter). For effect, she let out some of her high pitched "mew mew mews" of sadness.
********* was hungry too!
Her ears twitched slightly as she heard the sour words of one of her girls.
Ridley?! She cocked her head and attempted to give the girl a look in greeting. However, now she was trying to make sure everyone still wanted to give ********* all the food she could get.
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Sheldon was quiet as usual, which was not surprising in the least. He didn't like to talk too much, it was something someone could figure out after dealing with the shaggy haired guy one time. If she was more uptight, it might have bugged her or gotten awkward quickly.
However, before enough time could pass for it to be awkward, someone interrupted. It wasn't the guy she had been trying to get the attention of, but instead that b*tch which ********* had allowed to break into her house. Her mouth stretched out into a long straight (and unamused) line.
"...oh... hi Z-face..."
That was about all she managed to get out before the owner (Noah) collided with the girl. Her mouth seemed to find a half smile after her mouth got covered up.
"...So... dude... ya were braggin' bout some spicy food last time... so ya gotta recommend all yer spiciest stuff..."
There was a pause before she gestured to the guy across the table from her.
"...Hobbes wants pie I think... ya know... fer givin' Pi digits and stuff... I do too... but t'go..."
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Posted: Fri Mar 15, 2013 11:41 pm
Well, now getting to see her a little more up close and personal, Sheldon could really see how familiar the purple haired female really was. And that voice. Yes, that was the tip off point. Wasn't this the same woman who claimed to be an cat from another dimension (and had taken a horrible picture of him)? Not that is seemed like a good place to ask such a question, and not that he was going to (because at this rate, who probably didn't have secret super powers in this place?). Sheldon still shot Ellie a look.
But also because she had pretty much ordered for him. "Yeah. Apple." So humdrum and boring, but he didn't give a s**t. Nor that he had only given so many words in the most drawl tone ever. Probably didn't help that the next lovely sequence was also in the most dry and bored sounding voice (Ben Stein, eat your heart out), "Oh yeah... and pi." Wait for it. "Three point one four one five nine two six five three five eight nine seven nine three two three eight four six four three three eight -" because this was what happened when you were a nerdy little child with perfect audial recall and parents who worked in the realms of science. You memorized pi to a stupid amount. And would just get going purely on impulse - "three two seven nine five zero two - ******** then you had such lovely company as one Ellie Spectre who would a handful of sugar packets in your face and kick you in the knee to get you to shut up. "********, Ellie... ******** that was my eye..." He pressed his palm to the point of injury and slumped over the table with his forehead now resting on the surface like a wounded ********." One more for good measure.
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