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[citharede]

[ She finishes her banana and dumps the peel in the kitchen garbage as he talks, then stops, leaning out of the kitchen door to waggle her eyebrows at him. ]

Should I make plans. Do you want to be alone.

[ You can here the tilde at the end of the word. ]

[bardish]

What? [ Jeff springs up from the couch so fast the recipe book goes clattering onto the floor. NOT THAT HE WAS LOOKING AT RECIPES FOR CAM. ] No! It's like-- family dinner! You're supposed to be there!

[ YOUR PRESENCE IS WHAT KEEPS IT FROM BEING A DATE, ATHENA!! ]

[citharede]

[ She stares at him for a full three seconds before she cracks up laughing. ]

Oh my god! You like him! Like him!

[bardish]

Hey-- no-- I do not. [ AN AUTHORITATIVE POINT. ] I don't like like anyone, because I'm not in high school!

[ C'mon, he's a grownup. The proper term is 'have a boner for.' ]

[citharede]

[ CACKLING ] But you're not denying it either! Jeff and Cam, sittin' in a tree, k-i-s-s-i-n-g. Fuck me that would have to be a strong branch.

[ She climbs over the top of the couch to bounce on an unoccupied cushion. ]

[bardish]

I invited him over because he's new here and lonely and-- ATHENA!

[ Stop taunting him from the height of the couch! ]

So help me, I am cancelling your pizza party!

[ Barely a beat passes before he sighs in defeat. Jeff can't even pretend to be a hard-ass for two whole seconds. ]

Okay, I'm not cancelling your pizza party. But there's no tree-sitting going on, okay?!

[citharede]

[ She bounces from the couch into a tacklehug, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek. ]

I promise not to fuck up your first date. I'll even help you cook--wait. That might actually fuck it up.

[bardish]

[ UGH YOU KNOW THIS LABRADOR RETRIEVER OF A MAN CAN NEVER RESIST A HUG. Jeff's hugging her back, before messing up her cool hair. ]

It's not a date, and you're definitely helping me cook.

[citharede]

I take no responsibility for the results, Mr. Calhoun.

[ She sits down on the couch with a flop. ]

What're we going to make?

[bardish]

I don't know!

[ HERE. He'll retrieve the book and pass it over to Athena before flopping down beside her, kicking his legs out to rest on the coffee table.

It's so nice having non-cursed furniture. ]

What looks good to you? Good and impossible for us to fuck up!

[citharede]

Oh god, that's like the Venn Diagram from hell. Real small overlap, chief.

[ She pages through the cookbook. ]

Do you know what kinda shit Cam likes?