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"Your taking the transition into hamsterdom well, Margy..." He said, tossing her another apple. This one was the one meant truly for Margy, but he shrugged and took a bite of his. "Sorry for the lack of selection, I'm not the richest man in the city." He muttered as he looked over to the coughing and sputtering computer. "It'll be worth it when it finally catches fire." He said, referring to the computer. "I've got insurance on this place that really bleeds the income, but if this room burns down I'll be able to move somewhere much nicer. Or heck, I'll build my own house." He muttered, thinking back to his Halo days, making maps.

Stephanie had been sitting smiling quietly, up until Soul spoke about his place catching fire. Her eyebrow raised, with a small slightly confused smile on her face, though she said nothing. Once of course Margy added about setting the place fire himself, her eyes widened a little in akward shock. Realizing her facial expression might offend, she shook her head slightly and tried to make some kind of small talk. Besides, she liked fire.

"Y-Yeah, fire's cool. Especially when you get like different metals and stuff that make it turn weird colors. Or just setting fire to something is fun..." A story popped in her head at that moment. "Hey, do you want to know the most retarded thing I've ever done? It's sort of fire related."

"Ok..." Stephanie said, putting her hands out slightly and settling where she was sitting. ((can't remember where :B )) "You know instant noodles? The cup ramen that you just have to add water and then put in the microwave right? Well I take the top off, putt a little water on the rim for it to stick, and then set in the microwave, and turn it on. After like a minute I start to smell something like smoke." She rubbed her noise slightly and tried to keep herself from laughnig as she continued. "I open the thing, and all of the sudden this huge ploom of smoke starts coming out. My mom comes in and starts freaking out, I'm waving my hands around and coughing, so she grabs the cup out of the microwave. The think is NUKED from the inside-out! She has to run outside and hose it down!" Stephanie couldn't help but laugh at the image of the horribly deformed cup, and her mother desperatley trying to put it out with water. Though no flames were involved, the thing definatley looked burned alive. "I swear it took me like ten minutes to realized that I'd never put any water in the cup!"

"Duuuuude" Stephanie said, patting her leg slightly to the 'atomic ramen' comment, "I totally need to use that later!" She straightened herself out as if impersonating a robot, and spoke in a very serious and loud tone. "ATOMIC RAMEN. BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE MAKERS OF THE ATOMIC SCOOTER." She laughed once again, before sort of composing herself enough to explain. "Inside joke."

Stephanie tilted her head in the usual puppy-dog fashion when Margy began to try and describe her own fire-related experiance. When the hamster found herself unable to think of one, Stephanie gave a smile, "I'm sure you've had some kind of durka moment you can think of. Maybe something to do with a lighter and hairspray? Or maybe fireworks?"

"Flaming can opener of death!!" Margy suddenly exclaimed at the top of her lungs as she finally remember something. She thought over a few more things.
"Exploding oatmeal too." she blinked. It seemed that she had made a lot of things go wrong with fire, and if she kept thinking it would only be the beginning.
"Which one does Margy tell first?" she blinked as she tried to choose which story was better--the exploding oatmeal of the flaming can opener of death.

"Okay dokay!" Margy cheered out happily as she stared at her friends, before beginning to bounce up and down on the couch--she never ran out of energy--never at all. Especially when it came to talk about funny things like they were about to.
"Margy shall tell both! But Flaming can opener first." she said, as she grinned widely. "Anyway, mama was making food breakfast when Margy was younger, and margy was helping, and she was using her pretty, wooden handled can opener...which she placed down on the counter near the burners and walked away."
She began to explain.
"Margy came back a bit later, and there were pretty blue and red flames coming from the counter. The wooden handles to the can opener got to close to the flames and caught fire, and began to burn so pretty! Flickering from blue and red, to orange as the wood burn to a crisp--exposing metal--Margy though it was so pretty...but mama found it and quickly put it out--poo."
Margy made a bit of a pout as she finished her first tale. She gave a bit of a grin a second later, waiting for her friends response to her tale.

Laughing for a bit longer, Margy slowly glanced over towards Soul curiously.
"Has Soul-kun done anything clutzy?" she asked, tilting her head to the side for a moment as she stared.
"Margy wants to hear Soul-kun's story!!" she cheered out happily. "Margy has done a lot of stupid things, that she has." she grinned widely, appearantly rather proud of her acts of stupidit.

Soul thought hard, but couldn't come up with any amazing story. "I've not done anything too dumb, just the normal things I've chalked up as me being a mostly Irish guy without a pot 'o gold. S-O-L." He said, pronouncing every letter. "Tripping over clothes piles, falling out of trees, flying backwards on a ladder.... And trying to multitask while on Wired objects, and knocking stuff over or getting choked. Nothing extraordinary in terms of... specialness." He said, throwing an apple in between his hands before taking another bite.