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Parents Weekend Brunch - Sunday morning in the park

Harvey didn't have too much trouble arranging the brunch in the park. Between the help of the rest of the StuCo members and oddly enough, Marshall (apparently he had a thing for brunch), Harvey hardly had to do a thing. And isn't that what being president is really about?

There was a harvest theme in the tent, with the tablecloths and napkins all in reds, yellows and oranges. Marshall even hand-made the autumn-themed centerpieces on the tables. There was also, of course, every kind of brunch food imaginable set up at the buffet table. There was probably even foods there that didn't even qualify as brunch. Harvey had a hankering for pizza earlier.

A sign was posted outside the tent:

Welcome Parents, Relatives and Friends!
Enjoy Sunday brunch with us!

[OCD is up!]

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"Like they'd believe me anyway. Heck, it took you comin' out here to prove that I ain't nuts."

"Actually, I was mainly supposed to check on yo doctors," BA said. "Make sure they weren't complete quacks."

Ugh. How to get around that one.

"Well, there's a few docs over at the clinic," he started off, "but I haven't really..." Oh look! Toast! Perfect for muttering,

BA shook his head. "I'm gonna pretend I didn't hear that," he said.

"Good," he replied.

"I know what I'm doin', big guy, you ain't gotta worry 'bout nothin'."

BA grumbled a minute.

"I think you might be right," he said.

He grinned and went to thump BA on the arm. "Thanks buddy."

"And believe it or not, I got a few folks keepin' an eye out for me." Even if one of them was a teenage girl.

"Good," BA said. "Looks like you're in... good company, or somethin'."

That made him snicker and grin more. "Sure am."

"And what about that company you met last night?" he asked, so innocently.

BA seemed to be in a good mood, no way was he going to give up the chance to tease him.

BA grumbled and cut into his toast.

"She was a classy lady. A fella doesn't talk about it."

"Sure, BA."

He focused back on his breakfast, but a few snickers still escaped every once in a while.

BA dropped his knife with a clatter. "Dammit, you crazy fool. You ain't gonna drop this, are ya?"

"What?" he asked. "You met a lady, I just wanna know about her. Ain't no different than you wonderin' about Abby Irene."

"That's what friends do, you know."

BA shrugged. "Not like I ever gonna see her again," he said. "She was nice. Tough."

"How do you know? Maybe if you come back to visit, you'll run into her."

"She was visiting too," BA said. "Seems like it'd be pretty unlikely we'll meet again."

"Oh." He did have a point there. "Sorry, big guy. If they ever have another visitors' weekend, I'll let you know. Maybe she'll turn up again."

BA nodded. "Thanks. Though I dunno if I'd want Hannibal and Face finding out. She kinda..." He gestured at his forehead.

Now he looked a bit confused. "She kinda what? Had spikes or somethin' on her forehead? Big huge ridges?"

"She wasn't a robot was she?"

What? It was possible here.

"Ridges," BA said. "Damnedest thing."

He grinned a little. "Sounds a bit like a student I had this summer. Big kinda fella, surely attitude. Bumpy forehead."

"Reminded me of you," he smirked. "Minus the forehead."

"Huh," BA said. "I wonder if that was who she was visitin'."

"I have no idea," he shrugged. "I ain't had no one come by and ask about any of the students. I did get a student who came by. Wonder if his dad ever made it out or not," he remarked more to himself than BA.

BA shrugged. "Not like it makes no difference."

He frowned at BA. "Whadda mean by that?"

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