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[blinkandyoumiss]

Speedster.

Booth.

Lonely and ignored bowl of cold soup.

Bovver at will.

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[torch_reporter]

Laptop clutched under one arm and a mocha in another hand, Chloe walks over. There's a small grin on her face as she looks over Bart and the soup.

"It's not going to taste any better the longer you leave it sitting out."

[blinkandyoumiss]

"You sure? I thought it was like cheese or something."

[torch_reporter]

"Yeah, Bart," she responds, taking a seat across from him and looking at her friend squarely. "I'm sure. Anyway, last time I checked, food doesn't stand a chance in front of you. What gives?"

[blinkandyoumiss]

"I had a change of heart about long engagements?"

[blinkandyoumiss]

He didn't order it! Jenny left it with him. :/

Bart, noticing attention on his soup, eyes Elle back.

[blinkandyoumiss]

"Not really."

[bythatmuch]

Oh, look!

Soup!

AND BART!

"HI."

Loud Max is loud.

[blinkandyoumiss]

Good thing Bart's getting better from his concussion, then, or that would be really painful.

DIE IN A FIRE, Bart says.

Or maybe not.

Maybe he's just glaring.

So hard to tell, sometimes.

[bythatmuch]

It really is.

Max blinks at him, the picture of innocence.

"... hi?"

[blinkandyoumiss]

Sigh.

[bitunlikely]

Shortly after meeting Thirteen, Jenny's stopped back by Bart's booth to see how much he's actually eaten.

Or, really, to declare: "I think I'm bisexual."

[blinkandyoumiss]

...

Blink.

[bitunlikely]

"Yeah." A shrug as she sits down next to him and pulls the soup closer. "You need to eat."

[blinkandyoumiss]

"i'm fine."

Beat.

"What brought the bisexual thing on?"

He may regret this later.