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The guy got up and moved, and Sam resumed eating her pancakes.

She blinked at Danny. "What's wrong?"

"...Nothing," he said.

Sam looked at him skeptically for a minute, then shrugged.

A minute later, she blinked widely past him. "Does that guy have a tongue ring? Of a snake?"

Aaaaand we're back to drooling.

Danny quickly finished up his burger and dabbed his fries into the ketchup a little harder than necessary. "Are you done--" Oggling "--eating yet?" he asked.

Sam attempted to get a forkful of pancakes into her open mouth. It took about four tries. "Muh?"

"You know, so we can go outside?"

"Oh... uh, yeah. Hold on..."

She fiddled with the pancakes. This time it took three tries. One better!

He was tapping his fingers on the table, looking both bored and...kind of jealous.

Sam was oblivious. So much eyecandy, so little time.

Role change!

Danny wasn't liking it. At all.

"...Come on, hurry up. We have no idea what time it really is here--the sun might be setting soon."

"I think -- he's wearing an Evil Crazed Mutant t-shirt, Danny." Sam's fork was stuck in mid-air. "...Wow. I thought I was the only person who knew about them. Maybe we should compare goth band notes..."

"...Why don't we go outside and you can, uh, take your pancakes with you?" Danny suggested.

He didn't like this bitter feeling roiling in the bottom of his stomach.

"No, no, I got to analyze this guy. See if he's wearing clothing lines I recognize." She craned her head. "I think he's reading an Edward Gorey biography..."

"...Since when have you been, like, this interested in guys?" Danny shot at her. "I mean, first it was Gregor, and look how well that worked out..."

Sam narrowed her eyes at him. He had not just gone there.

"Oh, excuse me, mister, 'Oh, hold on guys, let's just sit here for another ten minutes so that I can stare at the glory that is Valerie in a Nasty Burger hat.'"

"...I so don't do that," said Danny, rolling his eyes at her. "And at least I manage not to drool."

"Ohoh. You don't do that?" Sam rolled her eyes toward the heavens, and faked a Danny-being-whiny voice. "'Do you know how hard it is to like someone you can't be with?'"

"First of all, I totally don't sound that whiny, second of all--I mean, come on! I brought you here to show you around and hang out and stuff, and you're just...sitting here drooling over random weird guys."

"Oh. Excuse me. No. You're the one who left me on my own for -- what? hours? -- Last night, then came back, fell in my lap, and couldn't get your own butt off the floor!" She glared. "I think I deserve some 'drooling' time, don't you think?"

Opening his mouth to speak, and then realizing he didn't have a leg to stand on, he snapped, "Well, fine. When you're done drooling and want to go home, I'll be out back!" His eyes flashed green, just for a second.

Then he got up and stormed out the back door.

"Danny--"

Sam got that uncomfortable feeling that usually meant she'd opened her big wide mouth... a little too wide.

She shifted in her seat guiltily and finished her pancakes, looking at her feet, giving him a few minutes to brood, and then followed him carefully to where the back door was, and walked in.

She would find him sitting by the lake, still human, since that was something that needed to be clarified, whinging rocks out on the water as hard as he could.

Plunk!

Kerplunk!

He couldn't get them to skip. That would require him to not throw them so hard.

She took one gently down from behind him, and let it fly; it skipped gracefully at least three meters before sifting to the bottom. "Hey."

"Done oggling random guys now?" he said petulantly, but with less of the venom from before.

"Sorry," Sam said, simply, and sat down next to him. She wasn't sorry for the oogling, but was for making him upset -- although she didn't know why, and told him so. "Don't know why you're so upset about it. It was only five minutes."