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[hadtobegood]

The door has caught Syal after another patrol of Corellian space; a short one this time, so she's not too tired or rumpled.

She still doesn't want to sit around the bar in her flightsuit and with her helmet (there's always the potential to lose it). So she approaches Bar, asks for "casual clothes, Corellian style? And a room key, I guess, but just

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[i_heart_winona]

"Banana daiquiris in the mooorning," John said in a sing-song voice as he wandered behind her, settling onto a stool a few seats down.

And then he orders himself breakfast (eggs and bacon and pancakes and a orange juice and a cup of coffee) like he never said anything at all.

[hadtobegood]

Syal is mildly startled. Just a tiny little bit. Well, she dropped a bit of lettuce on Bar, but that's still only a tiny little bit startled. At least she wasn't drinking anything.

She looks down the Bar at John for a moment ... then flicks the bit of lettuce towards him.

Then continues eating her lunch as if that's a perfectly normal thing to do to strangers who sing behind you.

[i_heart_winona]

He snorted at the lettuce and flicked it back at her as his food appears and he started to hum.

Wakey wakey, eggs and bakey.

And then...then he began to dig into his food. 'Cause uh...breakfast good.

[hadtobegood]

Oh, no. You can't just flick it back.

Syal grins at it sideways for a second and finishes her current mouthful before flicking the lettuce back again.

Then quickly positioning any and all nearby condiments to the side of her plate as a shield.

[i_heart_winona]

John had blueberry pancakes and now they were blueberry pancakes with a piece of frelling lettuce on. Oh noooo.

He stared at it sadly, because now his pancakes are ruined. Sticky, lettucey, ruined mess.

Obviously, he had to cut out the bit with the lettuce and chuck it (pancake attached) at the girl.

Obviously.

[hadtobegood]

Syal squeaks slightly and ducks, which is pointless since the lettuce-pancake hits her plate and not herself. But now her salad is ruined!!!

She stares at it for a moment, poking at the pancake with her fork. After some consideration, she finds a toothpick (of course there are toothpicks on Bar) and pokes it through a few layers of lettuce, with the pancake in the middle.

Watch it fly towards John's plate!

[i_heart_winona]

It landed in his eggs. Two dishes ruined. TWO.

He let out a small sob. He turned to the girl, frowning. "Excuse me, but what did my food do to you?"

SHE STARTED IT, AFTER ALL.

[hadtobegood]

She raises her hands, eyes wide with innocence.

"Your food? Oh, I'm sorry -- I thought it just happened to be sitting in front of you because it liked it."

[i_heart_winona]

"It is my friend." John said sadly. "And now it's ruined."

[hadtobegood]

"That's awful," Syal says with sympathy. "I guess you'll have to get a new friend. But I do, too, so maybe once we both get new friends, they can be friends with each other -- until we eat them, I mean."

[i_heart_winona]

"Is this your weird way of saying that you want to be friends with me?" John eyed her. "'Cause you could just say so."

[hadtobegood]

Syal wrinkles her nose and says, "I dunno, actually. Do you sing random tuneless things around your friends?"

[i_heart_winona]

"Only when I'm happy." John smiled. "And don't worry, in my galaxy, happiness is rather overrated."

[hadtobegood]

"Probably the same in all galaxies -- though I'm not sure which one this is."

She returns the smile, then leans across and offers her hand. "Lysa Dunter. Normally I spend my time flying starfighters, not throwing food at people."

[i_heart_winona]

"John Crichton. Usually spent shootin' people off my Leviathan or flying around in my module. Yay pilots, huh?" John grinned. "Oh, but food throwing is included in my job."

[hadtobegood]

Syal laughs. "I wish it was included in mine. My squadron leader deserves it most of the time."

She shakes her head quickly -- bad Syal, bad-mouthing her squad leader to a stranger.

"Leviathan your ship, huh? Is that the name or the class?"