May 06, 2006 13:01
In which Watari and Mamie do nothing of significant purpose except for some brief cafe-promoting brainstorming, afro-contemplation, and the NPC Duck has a highly philosophical conversation about pants.
Mamie: *is drawing little stick figures in the flour on the countertop*
Watari: All out of cooking ideas?
Mamie: Eh? *turns around, hastily wiping the flour clean* What's that?
Watari: I suppose I'm not needed today?
Mamie: *dangerous glint in her eye~* Ohhh, I wouldn't say that~ I've got plenty you could do.
Watari: .....Okay, shoot.
Mamie: I need some more money-raisin' ideas. Last week's contest was a big success, but I need sumthin' new.
Watari: ...How about a gingerbead house contest? Or building things out of food?
Mamie: Gingerbread is kind of wintery...but buildin' things...hm.... *looks over at him and raises an eyebrow* It could be messy, you know.
Watari: All things must be edible, they have a time limit, and depending on division, food limit. *shrugs*
Mamie: *thoughtful grin* I like th'sound of that. 'Course, if Ma'am Nanami enters, that edible rule might be bent. >>
Watari: She will have to use things AS THEY ARE, such as fruits and nuts. She MAY NOT cook ANYTHING.
Mamie: *snerks* Do I sense some fear~?
Watari: Have you SEEN what that woman cooks up?
Mamie: >__> I've had to clean up after it, so you tell me.
Watari: My point exactly.
Mamie: *shrugs* Maybe I'll have her judge then. That oughta make for interestin' results.
Watari: Hehe, indeed.
Mamie: o.O; ...Did you just...."hehe"?
Watari: Did I?
Mamie: Did'ja?
Watari: Did I?
Mamie: I asked first.
Watari: *shrugs*
Mamie: *facefault*
Mamie: You're a reallllll peach, you know that?
Watari: Yes. *smirks*
Mamie: >__> So this chick of yours in Vinay, can she cook? *smirks back*
Watari: MY WHAT? >> You know very well I am with Gremio.
Mamie: *SMIRK* Wellll, all those adventurous escapades to Vinay....~
Watari: Does the word NINJA not register in your head? Beleive it or not, I do get jobs. >>
Mamie: *mock gasp* You would look for work, even when you're being paid more than any o'my other employees? *feigns the feminine-act*
Watari: Uh, duh. *rolls eye* See, the people that hire me outside of this job pay LOTS more than you.
Mamie: >__> If I remember correctly, you were th'one who charged th'poor castle master like a zillion potch when
he went recruitin' in Iksay.
Watari: 10,000 to be exact and yes, I did. Usually, that's my down payment, but I decided to let it be the full price because it was war time.
Mamie: Aw, aren't you a sweetie pie.
Watari: Money is money.
Mamie: Hm. *folds her arms* Guess you're right about that. But maybe I'm going to have to start payin' you more if I dun' want to lose you.
Watari: We can negotiate that out, I'm sure.
Mamie: >__> Jeez, you really dun' have a heart, do you? *shrugs indifferently* Welp, business right now is better than before, an' it'll just keep gettin' better...unless...
Watari: ?
Mamie: If Ma'am Viki starts sendin' people back, I'm gonna lose more than half o'my customers.
Watari: That coniving little witch? I highly doubt she'll do it.
Mamie: *taken aback* That's pretty harsh comin' from you, mister I-speak-in-ellipses-usually.
Watari: *shrugs* I don't like her.
Mamie: I can see that. ¬¬; I can also see her reasonin', but like you said, money is money. I'll be hurtin' when everyone is gone.
Watari: Her reason is askew, and with so many set against her, I don't think she'll acomplish this feat.
Mamie: *shrugs* Can't discredit her for tryin' though. But you're right, even if she does do sumthin', it won't be for a long time, right?
Watari: I doubt it.
Mamie: ....*picks up a tangerine off the counter and chucks it at him for no reason*
Watari: *catches it and begins peeling and eating it* Arigatou.
Mamie: ...At least your reflexes haven't gotten rusty. >>;
Watari: Of course not.
Mamie: *sits lazily forward on the stool and swings her feet* I'm gonna hafta face Albert in that stupid cook-off
soon.
Watari: Hmmm..
Mamie: >___> You're not rootin' for him, are you?
Watari: No, of course not.
Mamie: Hm. ....
Watari: What?
Mamie: Just wonderin' what you'd look like with an afro.
Watari: ......What?
Mamie: ~
Watari: You need to get out of the kitchen more.
Mamie: No I dun'. There you go again with. >>
Watari: When you start thinking of me with an afro, you need to get out.
Mamie: Pshaw, you're just bein' silly now, Mister Watari.
Watari: Since when do I make jokes?
Mamie: Since when d'you "hehe"?
Watari: Since when did you think I had an afro?
Mamie: I never said you had one. I was just imaginin' one.
Watari: Same difference.
Mamie: You're no fun. An afro would do you a world o'good.
Watari: At what point did you think an afro would do me good?
Mamie: Oh. Say about ten minutes ago.
Watari: *throws mango peel at her*
Mamie: *gets hit in the face* x_O
Watari: *mockingly* HEHE
Mamie: *scowl*
Watari: *grin*
Mamie: Maybe an afro wouldn't be such a good idea after all. ¬¬ *tosses the peel into the garbage bin* Bald
might suit you better.
Watari: Naw. Looking like you wouldn't so great.
Mamie: aksgjsalgjWHATTHEHELL?! *chucks a spatula at him* I have hair, you ass!!
Watari: *dodge* Well, no one can tell with that hat you never take off.
Mamie: I took my hat off for you last time you mooched around here. If I want t'keep my food clean when I cook,
th'hat stays on.
Watari: That's a hair net that does that, not a hat.
Mamie: Same difference.
Watari: *triumph*
Mamie: I'll tell you what. Next time I'll go without my hat, okay? >_> Since you're so against it.
Watari: *triumph yet again*
Mamie: *annoyed with Watari's hight pwnage score* *tosses another tangerine at his face*
Watari: *holds up a frying pan and his splatters, spilling juice on Mamie*
Mamie: ~____~ ....*soiled and stained. Yuck!*
Watari: *takes out a little notebook and makes a mark and puts it back and folds his hands on his knee,
watching her casually*
Mamie: Ugh....I told you that you were a real peach, didn't I? *takes off her kerchief and wrings out an orange
puddle of tangerine juices*
Watari: Yes, but maybe tangerine is more appropiate?
Mamie: *grrscowl* This is gonna take forever t'come clean.
Watari: Lemon juice and clorox.
Mamie: What th'hell is clorox?
Duck: *waddles up with a big white and blue jug dubbed 'Clorox'*
Mamie: *looks at him funny* ...I dun' trust that void-imported crap. 'Specially not with my laundry.
Watari: It makes your whites whiter.
Mamie: >___> Since it looks like I'm orange, does that mean I'll be more orange?
Watari: No, it removes stains with oxygen fighting power.
Mamie: >_> We breathe oxygen, so why fight it? Is this some sorta ninja thing?
Watari: I have no idea, it's just how the chemical works.
Mamie: Weird ninja chemicals.
Watari: *thumbs up*
Mamie: *facepalm*
Watari: *wins*
Duck: Shall I clean them for you, Miss?
Mamie: Eh? *looks down* >///> I'll keep my clothes on, thankyouverymuch.
Duck: Very well. Drop them by the ice box when your face has stopped glowing. *waddles off*
Mamie: *scowls for the third time* At least I have some decency, unlike certain ducks who walk around without
pants.
Duck: Miss, ducks do not NEED pants.
Mamie: >___> Really now? How quaint.
Duck: They do, in fact, hinder our ability to walk.
Mamie: Fascinating. *rolls her eyes*
Duck: And also make it hard to preen, which he ducks need to do daily. Also, pants get wet where as our feathers do not. Pants are cumbersome.
Mamie: .....I feel like there's some hidden message in this conversation, but all th'stupidity is stifling it.
Duck: Stupidity, or intelect beyond your capability to comprehend?
Mamie: I can comprehend the pros and cons of pants just fine.
Duck: But only from your view, not mine.
Mamie: I dun' need to view anyone's pants from any other views, do I?
Duck: Well, depends.
Mamie: ......
Mamie: *doesn't know whether or not the duck deserves a fwap*
Duck: *knows Duck KungFu*
Mamie: *has no idea, but doesn't like where this pant conversation is going*
Watari: *reading a magazine in a corner*
Mamie: ....*glances over* Hope you're enjoyin' your porn, Mister Watari. ¬¬
Watari: It is Iron Chef thanks, one of yours from the stack.
Mamie: ....... *PWNED AGAINNNNN*
Watari: Or do you want me to tell the castle you're keeping porn here?
Mamie: askgjgjkI'M NOT.
Watari: *keeps reading*