29 Chimera Court, Wednesday Evening

[mouthy_merc]

This Wednesday, Wade was prepared. Yes. Prepared. He bought food.

A lot of food.

It probably wasn't the best idea to buy several varieties of cake and pie for a movie night, but he had been in the mood to go into a diabetic coma.

No reason why.

Really.

[[OOC: For the guy with the glowy eye. No, emoclops that doesn't mean you.]]

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[spring_lost]

Nate still had some doubts about his current choice of DVD (as suggested by Irene), mostly because of the rather omnious air (Irene's snickering) that had engulfed the (Irene's) suggestion.

Still, he pushed open the door to Wade's, dogless but not babyless, carrying a sixpack in one hand and some groceries in the other. ...He had a feeling he'd need them.

[mouthy_merc]

And was greeted by a fox hoping maybe...

No dog?

Max looked up for him, as disdainful as a weetiny fox can managed and walked away again.

Wade, on the other hand, was already halfway into a pie. Key lime! "Nate! You're just in time!"

[spring_lost]

"Are you having a bake sale?" Nate asked, taking a moment for a good deadpan. Then he set the sixpack down on the ground, along with the groceries.

[mouthy_merc]

"...No. That would end badly," He said slowly. "What's in the bag?"