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[legally_blond]

[This morning in the mess hall, breakfast is a bit more of a chore than usual. The coffee plunger refuses to go down. The salt shakers are dumping on your head. Your dish, being an adulterous sort, has run away with the spoon. And the waffle iron is trying to bite Klavier's foot off. Or it would be, if he hadn't already stomped on it to keep it in

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[foreverandeva]

W-Wahh, m-my fork! How am I supposed to eat my pancakes?

[legally_blond]

You can always use your hands.

[foreverandeva]

... For pancakes?

[legally_blond]

Ja, sure.

[foreverandeva]

I-I guess I could try!

[legally_blond]

It shouldn't be too difficult. You could even roll it up and eat it that way.

[foreverandeva]

Y-You're right! That should work! Wow, you're smart!

[legally_blond]

Ha ha, I used to eat them like that sometimes.

[foreverandeva]

Really?

[legally_blond]

Ja, when I was younger. It's not the correct way, of course, but sometimes it's fun to mix it up a little.

[foreverandeva]

I wonder if Gendo would like that....

[legally_blond]

[dangling the waffle iron by the cord]

Gendo?

[foreverandeva]

He's m-my boyfriend.

[legally_blond]

Ah ha. Well, you could always ask him.

[foreverandeva]

I guess...

[legally_blond]

Maybe on a day when the food isn't in danger of attacking, though.