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Guud effternuun stoodents! I hefe-a spent a vunderffool veceshun in Svedee und noo I em beck tu serfe-a yuoo fuud. Betveee yuoo und me-a, I'd rezeer be-a here-a. My muzeer cun be-a quuite demundeeng.

Tudey's Menoo Is:

-Spegettee und Meetbells

-Gerleec Breed

-Seled

-Boog Juuicee-a

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"Welcome back, Chef!"

Nadia grabbed some Spegettee und Meetbells, Gerleec Breed, and Seled, but passed on the Boog Juuicee-a, instead pulling a guarana out of her bag.

Mmm, heavily caffeinated berry soda.

Walter grabbed some of everything and wondered just what "boog juuice-a" was supposed to be. In the interest of experimentation, he grabbed some of that, too.

"Hey." It's an imaginative greeting, true.

Nadia smiled. "Hey, how are you?"

Yes, she's innovative herself.

"Bored. And bored means someone, possibly me, is getting in trouble."

Nadia raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Any plans for getting into trouble?"

"I have a few thoughts involving rope and saltine crackers. Not used together and not in a dirty way."

"Rope and saltines? Sounds interesting. You don't have any workshops today?"

"No. Which explains the boredom." Walter began rearranging his spaghetti in a manner reminiscent of a London street map. "Or I'll take my camera and get random photos of people I don't know."

"That plan might be a little less likely to get you into trouble before we can get our other idea off the ground."

"You're not supposed to be my voice of reason."

"Am I supposed to corrupt you, then? Because I am curious how you were planning to use rope and saltines. . . ."

"I might have to use the rope to tie Seras to a tree after this morning (http://walter-n-wires.livejournal.com/26030.html?thread=351662#t351662). And who likes crackers in bed? No one."

Nadia had gotten up early that morning to make sure she'd be on time for Veronica's workshop, and thus had no idea anything had happened. "What did Seras do? I could probably help with revenge plans. . . ."

"She woke me up beating me over the head with her pillow and yelling about how I'd taken her bed away."

Nadia's first thought was, bizarrely enough, I guess Seras doesn't have a mallet.

"Wait, she did what?" Nadia shook her head. "You took her bed?"

"I didn't take her bed. I didn't do anything to her. She was dreaming and took it out on me."

Mental note: make sure Seras never GETS a mallet.

Nadia couldn't really say anything against that. Considering she'd done it once, herself.

"Oh."

"Crackers. In her bed. And maybe tying her to a tree. Or just the crackers and I'll do something else with rope."

"Mmhm," Nadia muttered. "She must have been seriously pissed at you. I mean, she's on the A side. She had to get out of bed with her pillow and go all the way across the cabin to hit you." She raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you didn't do anything to her?"

Walter looked up from his spaghetti and frowned. "She dreamed that I took her bed and replaced it with a coffin. What do you think?"

Nadia's expression was a picture of awe. "She must have really liked that bed."

Wait, why was she dreaming about Walter stealing her bed, anyway? She grew more serious. "Maybe I should talk to her."

Pippi plunked down her lunch on the table and likewise plunked down into a chair.

"I'm pretty sure he didn't do that." Pippi offered in defense of Walter.

"So what shall we do today?" she asked changing the subject.

Nadia nodded and shrugged absently, sipping her guarana and still thinking.

Next time, ask for Inca Cola. . . .

"I'm going to snap pictures of people, since I think Nadia disapproves of my saltine and rope ideas."

"Can I follow you around with a video camera while you snap pictures?" she asked.

Hmmmm... Inka Cola

"Okay." He shrugged. "I need new things to put on my corkboard."

Grabbing some bug juice and salad, and barely raising an eyebrow at the strange chef, Tempe shuffled toward a table and sat down.

Her nose in a textbook, she munches on her salad.

Tim had returned to camp with his purchases from Wonka's (http://community.livejournal.com/fandomtownies/859082.html?thread=33947082#t33947082) for lunch. He was usually pretty good at translating accents, but he didn't understand a word the chef had said, but he recognized the food, and it looked good. ~~even if the Spegettee was trying to maul the chef~~
he loaded his plate and looked around for a likely table to sit at.

After sitting on the roof of the Stickbug cabin, Cameron entered the cafeteria and snagged a banana from the fruit stands. Camera in one hand, banana in the other, he disappeared outside.

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