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[talkstothecat]

Booster, having somehow managed to scrape through both a haunted house and the fearsome gauntlet of consequences to breaking his curfew horrendously, is back in school and carrying on as though nothing had happened! BECAUSE NOTHING DID HAPPEN SHUT UP. He has been a little more subdued in class than usual, but you'd have to be looking very hard to

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[strongaswind]

Oh my god it's a horrible creature from beyond space and time--no, it's Deborah. Really, if she was beyond space and time, it is certain Rip would already have cast his indigo gaze upon her countenance, and LO would subatomic partic--I don't know, I'm sorry. ANYWAY, Deb appears from nowhere, like she does (it's possible she was actually in the tree), or maybe like she was visible from many miles away.

One of those. Either way she stalks up to Booster and thrusts a bundle of cloth at about his eye level. "Washed your jacket."

Does no one in all of Minneapolis say hello anymore? (Yes. Just no one at this school.)

[talkstothecat]

HOLY FUCK oh hello Deb, don't mind Booster having a tiny heart attack over here. No not really, he'll leave those to Ted.

"Oh! Thanks, um. Did you get yours back from the other girl then? ... Also hi." Because Booster is that rare person who actually says hello, and he's even smiling kind of awkwardly to go with it. And making room on the... grass, for Deb to sit if she wants to, because if she does and he didn't then she'd be sitting in his lunch, he is fifty per cent sure, and that would be unpleasant. For everyone.

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D: Don't have a heart attack, Booster! Deb has no idea how to care for those and you would just die on the grass. And Ted would be distressed, in spite of SNIDE REMARKS about his tender heart.

Meanwhile, sitting on sandwiches is no good for anyone at all; Deb grins lopsidedly in lieu of thanks and sits on the grass, legs straight on in front of her. She is, for the observant, back to straight-legged black jeans again. Skirts are for rare occasions, like dances and horrible window-sucking-child-exploding places of schlorpy terror, apparently! "No, but I will." The 'or else' is implied.

She too has lunch, which is a granola bar and an apple, for Deb is actually a pretty healthy girl when she's not drinking herself catatonic. "How bad did you get busted?" This is an assumption she is making based on the fact she's pretty sure Booster is a terrible liar.

[talkstothecat]

His tender, tender heart (not pictured) can just suck it up and take those snide remarks. Anyway! It's just as well Booster is more prone to looking puzzled and/or flailing than he is to heart attacks, then!

"Oh well, you can keep borrowing mine if you like, I mean. It's getting warmer out." It is still pretty cold out, Booster, stop being ridiculous. Also stop trying to give your jacket to people you are not dating, it's weird. ... Yes. And he will just not comment on how her legs looked in the skirt as opposed to out of it - IN TROUSERS, HE MEANS. In his mind.

Hey, is he drinking milk? Of course he is. "Uh, not... terribly. I think Rip was dubious about my actual location but it's not like he could prove anything and Ted's dad is really useful in this sort of situation, as it turns out. But I'm still extra grounded for not calling and, you know, being out in the first place." Whether or not Booster is a good liar can be left up for debate, since no-one can lie that well when faced with Rip's stern grey gaze.

[ugliest_shirts]

Ben could also use some fresh air. Fresh air is a Very Good Thing. So he's had the same general idea Booster had of eating outside, and wanders over cautiously with a paper bag in one hand and a sketchbook (as always) in the other.

"Hey," he says, pausing nearby, and hunts around momentarily for the most innocuous possible topic of conversation. "Got anything you wanna trade for a peanut butter and jelly sandwich? I was kinda in a hurry when I grabbed lunch this morning."

Welcome to st. Jude Elementary, boys and girls.

[talkstothecat]

"Oh hey, hi Ben." Booster looks up and smiles as if he hasn't a care in the world, which he is actually very good at doing, disconcertingly. "Um I think... well, I dunno, do you like ham better than peanut butter? I mean I've already eaten some of it but a packet of chips seems like an unfair trade." Ham sandwiches, chips, and milk. Booster is living the high life of fine cuisine!

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"Hey." Ben tucks the sketchbook under his arm so he can rummage through his paper bag. "Half my sandwich for the uneaten half of yours?" He doesn't want your jock-cooties, Booster-- we mean, um. "I've already got chips here, anyway." And his grandma's oatmeal cookies, and a bottle of V8. (Why, Ben.)

[talkstothecat]

"Sure, sounds like a good deal to me." Sandwich exchanging happens! And thus there are happy om nomming times for all! Yes. "So how're things going, with like, the coffee shop or whatever?" Rip does not make cookies, for his topaz gaze is better focused upon endeavours of *SCIENCE*. And as much as Booster would prefer to be eating oreos with his milk, they have this tendency to get lost in his bag before lunch, so he's given up on packing them.