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 Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:25 pm
"Uh.. Anything really. I'm not that picky," she replied, flicking her gaze from his back to the TV once she realized there was an image on it. Her eyes widened a little. "Uh.. Chane?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:32 pm
"Yeah?" his voice was cautious. As he turned towards her the message on the screen caught his eye and he leaned over to read it. "Huh," he sounded dumbfounded and switched off the TV. "I guess I should go check the fridge and hope he left a cherry pie." Chane didn't seem too worried about it as he got up and walked into the kitchen.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:38 pm
Curiosity got the better of her, and she got to her feet, following him, her tail swishing. "Pie would be nice~"
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:42 pm
Chane looked back at her and smiled, then casually opened the fridge door. He glanced inside then slammed it shut, "Not a cherry pie."
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:45 pm
She blinked at him, her eyes widening. "Well, that's not as nice."
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:48 pm
"No, and I was almost looking forward to pie too. We were talking about dinner though, right? I know a good Ethiopian place, want to order from them?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 4:57 pm
"Uh.. Sure." She gave the fridge one last glance, but moved back to the cushions.
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 5:05 pm
Chane opened the fridge door again and reached for something inside. As he spoke she could hear the what sounded like a heavy glass jar being turned around. "I'll get the menu in a second then, do you have any special dietary needs?
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 5:14 pm
Her ears perked at the sound. "You mean like, am I diabetic or lactose intolerant or something? Nope." Okay. He was being secretive about the damn gift and it was starting to bug her. "If I asked what that was, would that be taking you out of your comfort zone again?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 5:20 pm
"No," he closed the door, and walked towards her. "But it's quite possible you'd be taken out of yours. I've always suspected that father is... slightly mad. But, I mean, we're just about to order dinner! So, I guess the question would be... How squeamish are you?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 5:22 pm
That took her aback a little. "Not.. overly so, I don't think. Why?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 5:31 pm
Chane slid his hand into his pocket, a thoughtful look on his face. "It's a preserved brain. Feline, I think."
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 5:37 pm
"A...brain?" Her jaw dropped. "Well.. I'm glad I'm not a cat right about now... Why in the world did he give you a brain?"
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 5:44 pm
"He's doing research into that area right now. He probably just wants to show me something. A new implant, maybe?" Chane shrugged. "Genius is only a step away from madness. I just wish he'd left it somewhere other then my personal fridge."
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Posted: Mon Apr 14, 2008 5:50 pm
She wrinkled her nose. "Everything you put in there is gonna smell like brains now."
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