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Lunch - Tuesday 1/23

Guud murneeng stoodents! Meke-a soore-a yuoo boondle-a up tudey. It's fery culd!

Tudey's Menoo:

-Cheeckee Nuudle-a Suoop

-Seled

-Hut Chuculete-a
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[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 05:00 am (UTC)(link)
Irulan stared at the hot chocolate she ordered. She was trying to stop relying on her poison snooper now. She took a deep breath and sipped. This was the first time she's ever going to ingest anything without checking with her poison snooper first and placed the cup back on the table and waited to keel over, die or just breaking out into hives.

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 05:15 am (UTC)(link)
Conner passed by with his two bowls of suoop and raised an eyebrow. "Is there something wrong with the hot chocolate?"

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 05:19 am (UTC)(link)
"It is the first time I will not use my poison snooper," Irulan explained, still expecting to explode at any moment. "In my planet, it is unfortunately, a habit to poison other people. My whole life I have relied on the device whenever I ate or drank."

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 05:32 am (UTC)(link)
Conner frowned. "Wow. That's . . . we don't poison each other out of habit around here, but I guess that must be a hard habit to break, huh? Checking for poisons, I mean, not poisoning people. You don't, uh -- you're not in that particular habit, are you?"

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 05:35 am (UTC)(link)
Irulan laughed. "No, I do not even like poisons, but I am usually a target *of* poisons." She sobered quickly, "It is a hazard being the heir to the throne."

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 05:47 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I bet it is," Conner said, sobering himself. "It was tough enough being the captain of the soccer team, but wow, I'm never complaining about that again."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 05:51 am (UTC)(link)
"I am used to it." Irulan said simply and gestured to the chair before her, "Please, sit."

Alright, she *hasn't* keeled over and died.

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 06:01 am (UTC)(link)
Conner set his tray down and hesitated. "You're sure you don't mind?"

Kira did always tell him he'd never make it if he had to behave around royalty, after all.

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 06:11 am (UTC)(link)
"Please," Irulan said with a nod, "I would like the company."

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 06:15 am (UTC)(link)
"Well, then, glad to keep you company," Conner replied, easing himself into the chair across from her. "Just as a warning, I might slurp my soup sometimes. I don't do it on purpose, though."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 06:19 am (UTC)(link)
Irulan smiled. "Warning noted." She was maybe poking the cup. What if the first sip wasn't meant to do anything at all? What if it was the second sip that made the poison work?

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 06:22 am (UTC)(link)
"It should be fine, honest," Conner said. "From what people tell me, the food hasn't even done as much as make people sing in over a year."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 06:24 am (UTC)(link)
"That's... nice." Irulan said not very reassured. She lifted the cup and nervously toasted Conner, "Wish me luck," and sipped. She placed it back on the table and waited.

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 06:27 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll drink to that," Conner said cheerfully. By way of reassuring her -- which probably wasn't much -- he took a healthy gulp of his own hot chocolate and promptly turned red because, you know, hot.

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 07:57 am (UTC)(link)
If she was the type to laugh heartily, Irulan would have at Conner's sudden shift to red. Instead, she said, smile playing at the corners of her mouth, "Hot?"

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 01:42 pm (UTC)(link)
Conner just clapped both hands over his mouth and nodded, his eyes twisted up in some comical fashion. Kira would probably be facepalming at him right now.

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 10:41 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's why we sip." She said, biting back a grin.

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 10:49 pm (UTC)(link)
Conner wiped his mouth off on his sleeve -- real classy there, McKnight -- and grinned at her ruefully. "Yeah, I keep forgetting about that part."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 10:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"How was your weekend?" Irulan asked, mentally counting to just in case she did keel over.

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 11:06 pm (UTC)(link)
Conner let out a laugh that was much closer to a whimper. "I didn't become anybody different, if that's what you're wondering. But it was still trauma."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
"You too as well?" Irulan said with a shake, "I could not cope for days as well."

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
"D'you turn into anyone else, or did you just get the fun of watching everyone around you apparently go crazy?"

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 11:53 pm (UTC)(link)
"I was privy to seeing everyone become people and creatures they were not." Irulan's smile turned rueful. "Although, now I see we took the better end of this strange phenomenon."

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-24 01:37 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, but I'm gonna need the brain bleach to forget some of the stuff my friends did," Conner replied. "Or . . . almost got me to do."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-24 01:48 am (UTC)(link)
Irulan winced in sympathy. "I understand your meaning." Sixty seconds has passed and she still alive and functioning. She grinned, "I have no adverse reaction to the chocolate drink! My expirement worked."

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-24 01:54 am (UTC)(link)
Conner looked into his half-empty mug, back at Irulan, back into his mug, and back at Irulan again. "Congratulations! I'd hate to have to explain why you keeled over right in front of me."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-24 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Irulan let out a soft laugh, "It would be awkard questioning, not only from school officials but to my Father and my Sadaukar guards as well."

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-24 01:59 am (UTC)(link)
"I don't do really well under interrogation," Conner said awkwardly. "Even if I didn't do it."

And now he was starting to peer suspiciously at his hot chocolate.

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-24 02:05 am (UTC)(link)
"Most people don't." Irulan said with a nod. "Has any of your items turned to pie?"

Her headdress turned pie was still a point of contention for her. She may have frowned a bit.

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-24 02:21 am (UTC)(link)
Conner sounded more than slightly sulky when he said, "Yeah. My soccer ball. And my favorite pair of sweats. And I don't even like rhubarb!"

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-24 02:30 am (UTC)(link)
"One of my headdress turned to pie, too." Irulan said, sounding a mite more sulky than her ordinary reserved tone.

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-24 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Ouch, I'm sorry," Conner said, putting as much genuine feeling into it as he could, because really, those headdresses were kind of scary. "Was it at least a decent kind?"

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-24 02:44 am (UTC)(link)
"Blueberry," Irulan said and there was more woe to her tone. "I like blueberry but I am afraid to eat it, what if it turned back into my headdress?"

[identity profile] connernotconnor.livejournal.com 2007-01-24 02:50 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I know what you mean," Conner agreed. "I was so hungry I would've eaten the stupid pie, but I didn't want it to change back so the next thing I knew, I was eating my own ball."

Pause. Bug-eyed look. Cough.

"Soccer ball."

[identity profile] irulan-atreides.livejournal.com 2007-01-24 02:55 am (UTC)(link)
Irulan's eyes widened, not knowing what to say, she sipped her chocolate instead.

[identity profile] stocksgrrl.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 08:18 am (UTC)(link)
Turtle was drinking her suoop through a straw while glaring at her seled, willing it to turn into a pie like she heard it might in the announcements this morning. It was just sitting there, continuing to be healthy and good for her, though. Her eyes narrowed. "Turn, darn you!" she muttered. "Why the heck aren't you a pie yet? Turn!"

Part of her was really hoping she could see how it did it. If she could figure out the secret to this whole turning-into-pie thing, she might be able to figure out how to make a profit out of it.

[identity profile] henryoredward.livejournal.com 2007-01-23 02:43 pm (UTC)(link)
Henry was amazed and appalled to learn that hot chocolate was not the same thing as drinking chocolate regardless of what wikipedia might try to tell you!
He sat down to eat his lunch, his day utterly ruined.
The hot chocolate, as if in apology, turned into french silk pie. Henry just glared at it. That didn't make anything better.
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