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Samantha sat in her booth, her hand over her eyes as she stares dejectedly at the plate of waffles on the floor.

She should pick them up. But crying sounds a lot more fun right now.

OOC: Slowtimes in effect!! Thank you so muchly!

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"She threw the fucking plate of waffles at my head. And then shoved me with the Force...after I shoved her once. But that was only for throwing the waffles at me!" Samantha said quickly and slightly hysterically.

"WHAT?!" Andrew's eyes went wide and he was instantly out of the booth, looking around for Jaina. "Where is she?" His mouth turned down, lips in a terse line. He looked, for a fleeting moment, quite a lot like someone else.

Sam stood on the booth instantly and jumped on him, so she's half hanging off of him, and he has to hold her or she'd fall. And that would be sad!

"No, Andrew, no." She kissed his cheek quickly. "You can't hurt Jaina. That would be bad. We had a fight, and I'd really like to sometime be friends again, at some point."

"I'm not going to hurt her," Andrew growled, but the effect was somewhat lost since he was half-holding a flailing Samantha against him. "But that's fucking ridiculous, Sam. I don't care that you were fighting, and I don't care what it was about. Who fucking does that?!"

Besides his best friend.

"Andrew!" Sam started falling, and she clung to him more. "You know what? Let's change the subject. Who cares that Jaina and I fought? We're girls! All girls fight! I met Death last night. She's nice. Very sweet. Told me that love is great and I'm not a sap and all these very nice things."

Sam's babbling. Very quickly.

"It's been too long since I talked to her." Death, not Jaina, although really, either could apply. "And from what I remember, girls fighting usually involves slamming doors and occasional hair-pulling, not throwing plates of food at each other."

Pudding, now, was different.

"She's nice." She gets that's who he's talking about. She slid off of him. "Yeah, well, Jaina and I aren't normal and it was one plate of food and two shoves. Not more than one plate."

"One is enough," Andrew frowned. "And yes, she is. Nice. Death." He paused, brow furrowing. "Why are we having two conversations at once?"

"...I don't know." Sam shrugged and kissed him quickly. "How about no more conversations."

Mun must slowtime!

Sometimes, she was so, so odd. He loved her anyway, though. "You see Jaina, you tell her I want to talk to her." Ooo, big talker.

[OOC: Okay!]

"...what are you going to say to her?" Sam looked up at him, only slightly worried. Slightly. She swears.

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