The Arms Hotel Lobby, Wednesday

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

Jeff had forgotten his sketches at home today, which left him with absolutely nothing to do. After about half an hour of trying to figure out how long he could sit on his hands, he dragged Nana along into the kitchen.

It wasn't that he was trying to get into a fight with Gunther. It's just that it sort of happened all on its own when one combined an angry German chef with an awkward Welsh boy and his particularly gargantuan canine.

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[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle was trying a bit of an experiment today. She figured, if Jeff could come in to the store and claim that doughnuts were an acceptable lunch, then she could come in to the hotel and do the same with muffins.

"Hiiii, Jeff!" she sang as she came in, bag from J,GoB swinging in her hand as she came up to the desk.

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Turtle!" he shouted, at a truly enthusiastic pitch, and waved. "...Don't go in the kitchen."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

She hadn't been planning on it at all, but, still, Jeff's warning had her stop a bit, tilt her head, and send a wary glance that way. "Why? What's wrong with it? Gunther having another episode?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"You could say that," Jeff said, shrugging one shoulder in his usual helpless fashion. "Nana might've entered it, and there might have been an incident. Now, normally, when Nana causes an incident, I sort of slowly remove myself from the site of the incident..."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

Turtle's head bobbed in a nod. "A very wise choice there, Jeff."

And then she nudged the bag across the desk. "Sooo...incidents aside..."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"You brought lunch?"

He sounded awfully upbeat about it. Lunch! "Excellent!"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

His excitement made Turtle feel suddenly very nervous about disappointing Jeff. He could get so worked up and then fall so hard, and she'd feel just awful...

"They're muffins," she said, quickly, and the frowned worriedly at him. "Those are okay for lunch, right?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"I like muffins," he communicated. "As long as they're not soggy or anything." Jeff snagged the bag, pulled it closer towards him, and opened it. He nodded, grinning. "Excellent!"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Definitely not soggy," Turtle said with a nod of her head, frowning slightly as she wondered if Jeff truly suspected she might give him soggy muffins. But he'd given his trademark excellent, so she smiled, satisfied, and leaned on the desk a little.

"Sooo," she said, slyly trying to get to an important conversation, "this weekend..."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Oh, Homecoming!" he said, cheerfully chomping on his muffin. "We'll be going, yeah?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"That's the plan," Turtle said, with a nod, and a grin. "I'm helping to set it up, so I've got to be there anyway, I might as well be there with a date, right?"

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"I can't really see the problem," Jeff said, nodding a bit while he continued to chew and chew and chew. "Are you checking the punch?"

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"I probably should at least keep an eye on it," Turtle agreed with a nod. "I don't think there's a way to really check it without drinking it, in which case, I'll be in trouble if it's already been spiked. You know I can't hold my alcohol."

[scary-jeff.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," he said, snickering a little before he managed to contain himself, "I know."

[stocksgrrl.livejournal.com]

"Heeey," Turtle said, slightly argumentative in the face of such snickering. "It's not that bad."