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Post by Odin on Apr 8, 2009 22:19:39 GMT -5
::Yet another reason Odin would never seek employment in the food or beverage service industry. He continued to let the skins cool.:: "We've covered politics, lifespan, and romantic entanglement. Movies or school work, take your pick."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 8, 2009 22:24:25 GMT -5
She held up a finger, joking mildly. "I take exception to that. I discuss, you sidestep."
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Post by Odin on Apr 8, 2009 22:26:50 GMT -5
::Odin's first thought was "I learned from the best;" however, that was not reminiscence he needed at the moment. Instead he reached for the potato skins.:: "Giving advice is a legitimate form of discussion."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 8, 2009 22:28:54 GMT -5
"You never give me a chance to return the favor," she observed.
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Post by Odin on Apr 8, 2009 22:30:49 GMT -5
"We've discussed my love life before," ::Odin pointed out to her. The day at Burger King, he remembered the discussion clearly, despite how tired he had been.:: "Nothing has changed."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 8, 2009 22:49:53 GMT -5
"Hence my not having a chance to return the favor," she said wryly.
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Post by Odin on Apr 8, 2009 22:50:55 GMT -5
::Odin lifted one of the potato skins to his mouth and took a bite. She had been right; these were very good. He chewed before speaking,:: "My being single hardly counts as 'not giving you a chance.'"
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 9, 2009 21:19:52 GMT -5
She snorted. "I'm a runaway who lived on the streets for years, then with a group of mutants who decided I was a good assassin. Relationship advice is about all I'm qualified to try to give," she said, then paused and added. "Or I was when the subject arose."
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Post by Odin on Apr 9, 2009 21:26:13 GMT -5
"But it's rendered moot by the facts of life, rather than my requiring it and simply not giving you the opportunity to speak," ::Odin pointed out to her. He took another bite of the potato skin in his hand.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 9, 2009 21:28:00 GMT -5
She held up her hands. "I give up. You're hopeless."
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Post by Odin on Apr 9, 2009 21:30:06 GMT -5
::Odin quirked his eyebrow but said nothing as his mouth was full.::
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 9, 2009 21:33:03 GMT -5
She half-grinned. "All it takes to keep you quiet is food? I'll have to remember that."
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Post by Odin on Apr 9, 2009 21:34:40 GMT -5
::Odin swallowed, which gave him the ability to speak again.:: "It's not so easy to feed me, actually. But you're welcome to try."
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Post by Typhoid on Apr 10, 2009 21:36:13 GMT -5
"Ask Pietro. Unless you order from Spades, my cooking isn't brilliant." It was meant as a joke, but she saddened a little. She should call him. Or see him. Something.
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Post by Odin on Apr 12, 2009 21:38:37 GMT -5
::The comment was lighthearted enough, but her expression sobered a bit after the remark. Without their prior conversation, Odin could see she felt this keenly. However, while relationship advice might be the only subject about which she considered herself knowledgeable enough to give, he was the opposite, and had already exhausted what advice he could offer.:: "There's a wide spectrum between 'not brilliant' and 'terrible.'"
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