Twentieth Race

[gingerspeedster]

[ Oh no! A sad face! ]

Bad news, guys. I asked, and the Admiral says no pizza party.

[ He pauses for the inevitable sigh of disappointment before turning determined. ]

But Dracula's right, we could use a decent party. I know a few people who can supply music. What do you say, Kitchens? Cook us up something special? [ And a grin, ] I can handle the clean up no problem.

How's tomorrow night sound? Nobody has anything malevolent or insidious planned, I hope?

Comments

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

She didn't marry me for my cooking skills.

[mightymorbid]

I didn't mention marriage. I mentioned procreating. Very different thing.

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

I was trying to imply that we're in love.

[mightymorbid]

And?

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

And if you want the birds and the bees speech, get it from your warden.

[mightymorbid]

So how do you get along without someone to cut your food for you?

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

It's like I need a spray bottle for you or something. Haven't you been house trained?

[mightymorbid]

You bring devastation in a kitchen setting and I'm the one that needs to be house trained?

I don't know whether to laugh at you or throw peanuts at you.

[gingerspeedster.livejournal.com]

Like I said, done here.

I feel like he's made a friend :D

[mightymorbid]

Yes, what happened?