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[ex_mettacrusher33]

1), [he holds up the finger of his other hand, bumping into Keats' shoulder while he leads them out of the room,] my cooking is exquisite, [he exaggerates. His cooking is... fine. It's hard without taste-buds.] 2) what other reason would I own a restaurant for, and 3). [Look at this bright, perfect smile.] "Victorian nerd who fell into a second-hand store selling nothing but mauve-colored mistakes" was too wordy.

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Too wordy? Maybe I should call you "scrap metal who somehow has more than one brain cell up in that hollow head of his". It simply rolls off the tongue.

[Said without any kind of malice - this is simply the way they flirt now, really.]

What was your restaurant like? Did you have tapestries of yourself up on the walls?

[ex_mettacrusher33]

Wha-! [Oooh!!] First of all, get it right: there is nothing in this hollow head. It's the only reason I have the patience to deal with you. [True affection: burning yourself just to get at someone else.

Hee.]

Second of all, how dare you. My restaurant was classy! Candles, live music and entertainment, BEAUTIFUL ferns, an atmosphere to KILL for... [and, slightly under his breath,] tables in the shape of my body... [Ahem.] It was a masterpiece. You would loved it.

Sigh... looks like we'll just have to make due with homemade food, moonlit walks, and terrible company. [Wink.]