Poppy (to Ripper): No worries, honey. I'm glad you didn't head into the Tombs on your own... or dressed like that. You're going to stand out like a sore thumb in that tackle. I'll be right back. I just want to get somethings from my closet. Sit here & have some coffee.
Ripper (to Poppy): Oh... And, here I thought I was dressing down.
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, have you seen that trunk of old clothes that Percy brought me from Britannia? The Professor is dressed like he's auditioning for a part in Oliver Twist.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh dear. I have to see this. Come on Little Man, let's go sing show tunes at the Professor. Is this it at the foot of the bed, lover?
Poppy (to Vincent): Oh, so it is... It was cleverly disguised as a laundry hamper. :-P
Vincent (to Ripper): Oh my... Good morning, Oliver. Hee hee. Can I get you some more gruel?
Ripper (to Vincent): Laugh it up, Captain. I get the distinct impression by your reaction that I'm not dressed appropriately for the Tombs.
Vincent (to Ripper): Heh. Sorry. Not even a little bit, Professor. Poppy's finding you something a bit more appropriate.
Ripper (to Vincent): Well, you're both making me nervous and start to question my whole involvement with this "mission". Is it really that bad?
Vincent (to Ripper): It's just like a bad neighborhood in our time. You wouldn't wander into South Central L.A. dressed like a "gangsta" to blend. Actually, the Tombs are a bit worse than bad neighborhoods in our time, now that I think about it... I mean, L.A. has a police force at least. There's really not much in the way of "law and order" there.
Ripper (to Poppy): Yeah, thanks... That's really not helping my nerves.
Vincent (to Ripper): I don't mean to make you nervous, Jacob, but you have to go in there with your eyes open, and a hand on your wallet. Don't worry too much. You'll be fine. You're a big bloke, and you'll have Poppy with you.
Poppy (to Ripper & Vincent): Heh. Actually, you should put your wallet in your inside jacket pocket & pin it shut.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Metaphorically speaking. (to Ripper) You shouldn't really keep a hand on your wallet. Seriously. Don't do that.
Poppy (to Ripper): Take off your shirt & vest, honey. Put these on. Hmmm, Those pants are way too new looking. (to Vincent) Will you grab the cheese grater from the kitchen for me?
Ripper (to Poppy): What are you going to do with the cheese grater? Do I want to know?
Vincent (to Poppy): Here you go, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Thanks, honey. (Ripper) It's for your pants... I need to fray them up a bit. No one in the Tombs has shiny brand new clothes. It's always hand-me-downs. If you're wearing new stuff, chances are you're either a mark, someone putting on airs or an idiot. Either way, you won't make it more than ten feet before there's trouble.
Ripper (to Vincent & Poppy): God, I need a drink.
Vincent (to Poppy): I can drag them behind the car for a bit if that doesn't do the trick. (to Victor) Does that sound like fun, Little Man? Wanna drag some pants behind the car with Daddy?
Poppy (to Vincent): Here, honey. Grab his boots and go scuff them up a bit.
Vincent (to Poppy): Aye, aye, ma'am. Oh ho! (to Victor) You like that, don't you, Victor? (to Poppy) I'm afraid we may have a destructive little lad on our hands, hun.
Poppy (to Vincent): Heehee, all little boys are destructive, honey. :-P
Vincent (to Ripper): You'll be fine, Professor. Here. Stop fretting and hold the baby. (to Poppy) I wasn't. I was a prissy, neat little thing. Of course, I didn't have much choice about the neat part... Hee hee hee. I waited until I was older to start mucking things up. :-P
Ripper (to Vincent): Oh… (to Victor) Hi there, little fella.
Poppy (to Ripper): Okay, honey, hand me Victor. Here's your pants back. And, might I say that you are a rather striking figure in the all together… Now, you see why you need a guide in the Tombs...
Ripper (to Vincent & Poppy): What!?!
Vincent (to Ripper): Ha ha ha! Professor, I do believe you're blushing.
Ripper (to Vincent): She totally flustered me... and, how did I end up in your living room in my undershirt & boxers?
Vincent (to Ripper): Hee hee. There are so many ways to answer that... Here are your boots. Feel free to get dressed, by the by. Or don't. Either way... (to Poppy) Don't you look at me like that. I couldn't help myself! It was just FAR too easy!
Poppy (to Vincent): You are incorrigible, honey. (to Ripper) Once you're dressed, honey. We'll head over.
Ripper (to Poppy): Sounds good.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. I try. Come give me a kiss before you head out, lover. We promise we'll stay out of trouble while you're gone.
Poppy (to Vincent): You better...
Vincent (to Poppy): Don't worry. Victor will keep an eye on me. (to Victor) Won't you, little man? Tell your mother we can be trusted. Mostly. Tell your mother we can mostly be trusted.
Poppy (to Vincent): Why do I have a feeling you're going to try and make our son your accomplice in your antics, honey?
Ripper (to Poppy & Vincent): Alright, I'm ready... Better?
Poppy (to Ripper): Yes, much better, honey.
Vincent (to Poppy): You cut me to the quick, woman. As if I would ever do something like that. (to Ripper) You look perfect, Professor. And don't worry. You'll be fine.
Ripper (to Poppy & Vincent): Heh... I'll head down to the car, so you can say your goodbyes in private. :-)
Poppy (to Ripper): Alright... I'll be right down. (to Vincent) Honey, I KNOW you would do something like that. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Well, then you'll just have to hurry back to make sure we stay in line, won't you? :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): I'll miss you both terribly. We'll try not to be gone too long. And, if you need me, I'll have my communicator. (to Victor) And, my little man, please keep your father out of trouble. You know how he is.
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Likewise, hun. Call if you need me. Be careful, and keep an eye on the Professor. I love you, Poppy.
Poppy (to Vincent): I love you, too... See you soon.
Vincent (to Poppy): Mmmm. I suppose I should let you go now, shouldn't I? Heh.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, that is customary in letting one leave, but I do like it... I'm sure the Professor can wait another minute.
Vincent (to Poppy): Heh. I'm sure he'll survive.
Poppy (to Vincent): Okay, I should really go or I'm not going to want to... Here's a kiss for you, little man. And another one for you, lover.
Vincent (to Poppy): We'll see you soon, hun. Be careful!
Poppy (to Ripper): Ready to go, honey?
Ripper (to Poppy): Yes... Um, you may want to reapply your lipstick. It got a little smeared.
Poppy (to Ripper): Heehee, thanks... Off we go!
Vincent (to Victor): Well, Little Man. It looks like we're on our own for a while. What shall we do? Hmmm. Interesting suggestion... But I'm afraid I don't look as charming covered in drool as you do. How about a walk instead?
A short time later:
Lulu (to Oliver): Hey there, cutie! Can I get quad espresso with just a whisper of whipped cream on it?
Oliver (to Lulu): Seriously, Lu, why do you insist on telling me what you want? You get the same thing every single time.
Lulu (to Oliver): Because, I think it's darling the way your nose crinkles up when you're annoyed. You remind me of a gerbil I had as kid. :-P
Oliver (to Lulu): Uh, thanks, I think... So Penny & Collette are having a party on Friday, are you free?
Lulu (to Oliver): That's sweet of you to offer, but alas I am forever a slave to the wage... I'm saving up to get my motorcycle fixed.
Oliver (to Lulu): That's too bad... Here's your coffee.
Lulu (to Oliver): Thanks, Oliver.
Vincent (to Oliver): Hey, hun. Can I have a large one of whatever that divine thing was that you made me last time. Nothing for the sidekick, though. He needs to cut back.
Oliver (to Vincent): Will do... He looks like quite the little coffee fiend. :-P
Vincent (to Oliver): Clearly he can't be trusted. I have it on good authority his parents are troublemakers and rogues.
Oliver (to Vincent): Well, I've heard the same thing, too. :-P Here's your coffee. Does he chew on things? I could throw in a biscotti.
Vincent (to Oliver): Thanks, hun, but I think he's too little for biscotti, yet. And thank you for this. It is heavenly. (to Lulu) Hey, Lulu. Thanks for dropping off my wallet yesterday.
Oliver (to Vincent): You're welcome... :-)
Lulu (to Vincent): Oh hey, Vincent! It was no trouble... I don't think your girlfriend liked me very much. Is this your little munchkin?
Vincent (to Lulu): Yep. This is Victor.
Lulu (to Vincent): Ooo, like Frankenstein. Nice. He's adorable.
Vincent (to Lulu): He happens to be the cutest baby in the world. Of course, I'm incredibly biased, but so far the independent research has lent credence to my claim.
Lulu (to Vincent): My sister claims the same thing about her one year old, Naomi. However, I think she looks a bit like a bulldog... but, I'd never tell her that. I'm just hoping she grows out of it. Then again the father looks a bit like a bulldog, hmmm. They do say that babies look like their father's for the first few years. I guess I should keep my fingers crossed.
Vincent (to Lulu): Ha ha ha! Well, let's hope so. I don't know. I see an awful lot of Poppy in the Little Man. Hee hee. Especially the little nose.
Lulu (to Vincent): Heehee, I'm sure you're right. I don't think I had enough time to get a full look at her before she sent me on my way. :-)
Oliver (to Lulu): Lu, shouldn't you be getting back to work? Cassie's probably wondering where you disappeared to?
Lulu (to Oliver): Oh, I told her I was coming here to get coffee & she knows what a production it sometimes can be. Besides, I have no desire to go back and reorganize the Santeria & Voodoo sections of the shop. Which was what she was threatening me with. (to Vincent & Oliver) And, I'm clearly getting to know my co-worker outside of work & I want to make sure he gets a good opportunity to judge me & decide what he thinks before we work together again.
Oliver (to Lulu): Oh... okay. (to Vincent) Sorry. I tried my best to rescue you. :-P
Vincent (to Lulu): Oh? Is that what I'm doing? And here I thought we were having pleasant small talk. (to Oliver) Hee hee. And I appreciate it, hun.
Lulu (to Vincent): Oh no, we're totally having small talk. But, you haven't really said much & I can see it in your eyes. You're sizing me up, I can tell. It's alright, I don't mind. You're trying to decide if I'm a friend or foe. I don't blame you at all. I mean, if roles were reversed, I'd do the same thing. At least, I think I would.
Vincent (to Lulu): Ha ha ha! Well, I'm more than a little tempted to claim "Oh what possible foes could little ol' me have?" But, you're right. I'm totes busted.
Lulu (to Vincent): I'd ask you to tell me about yourself, but I feel like I already know you from everyone at the bar. They really missed you. It's been "Vincent used to do this" or "Vincent used to that" or "Oh dear god no!"
Vincent (to Lulu): Hee hee. I'll bet you heard that last one quite a bit. Awww, I missed the Drac's crew too. I'm glad to be home.
Lulu (to Vincent): Look, I'll be honest, I like my job there despite the fact that I'm a terrible bartender... right now. But, I'm learning & if I can prove to Mouse that I'm not just a pretty face, she'll let me onto the decks, which is what I really want to do. And, I don't want to replace you, so if we could just move past all this sizing up & marking territory thing, I'd like us to be friends. Hell, maybe we can help each other out.
Vincent (to Lulu): Marking territory? You... You haven't been peeing in the bar, have you? Good heavens! That's not sanitary at all! Hee hee. Sorry, hun. Clearly, I'm kidding. Look, Lulu, I'll be honest. I'm a terrible bartender. I've been behind the bar for years, and I'm still terrible. I'm not worried about you being my replacement, hun. Clearly, I'm not there for my skill. If Sasha didn't want me there, he'd have gotten rid of me years ago. So don't fret. I'm not going to throw a fit, or sabotage you, or any other such nonsense.
Lulu (to Vincent): Oh good... Well, in that case, I should really get back to the shop. Cassie's going to need help moving the altars. Oh, I was told that you're a fair hand with a wrench. Know anything about classic motorcycles?
Vincent (to Lulu): Ooo. I can't say that I've ever had the chance to work on a bike before. It's been mostly classic cars and a few other odds and ends. But, I'm certainly willing to get my hands dirty if you want help.
Lulu (to Vincent): I've got a 1940 Indian Chief and she's been acting wonky whenever I try to accelerate over 45mph.. I could definitely use some help. I'm worried there's something wrong with the gas tank or the fuel lines... It's hard to find the parts, but I've had her forever. So, I don't want to store or sell her just yet.
Vincent (to Lulu): Ooo. Indians are gorgeous. Have you tried Gary's in East Piedmont? He usually can get his hands on what I need for the Impala.
Lulu (to Vincent): No, I usually go ask Roy at Harper's Auto for parts and or help, but he's been busy restoring an old Triumph. I'll give Gary's a try. Thanks. Ooo. Now I really should get back to work. See you later, munchkin & munchkin junior. :-)
Vincent (to Lulu): Munchkin? (to Victor) Did you hear what she called us, Little Man? (to Lulu) Later, tater!
A few hours later:
Ripper (to Poppy): So, are you still mad at me, Poppy? You are still mad at me. Don't you think the silent treatment is a little childish. I said I was sorry like a billion times. I really am sorry. It'll never happen again. I swear to God.
Poppy (to Ripper): That's right, it'll never happen again! Because I am never going to take you anywhere ever again. You know what your problem is...
Ripper (to Poppy): I'm sure you're going to tell me.
Poppy (to Ripper): Damn right, I am! Your problem is that you're not only a pompous ass, but you're a bit of a chauvinist pig. I told you three times not to talk to those girls. Three times! But, NO... You had to go and flirt with them, like a big dumb idiot. You almost got us both killed & I now have to figure out a way to smooth things over with Mrs. Plunkett because I knocked out her security ape... Go home, Jacob.
Ripper (to Poppy): But...
Poppy (to Ripper): GO HOME, NOW! (to Vincent) Honey, we're back... I'm going downstairs to the gym.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh dear... It went that well, did it?
Poppy (to Vincent): That man is as dumb, as he is handsome. Not to mention that he seems to have an inherit problem with listening to women. No wonder he likes to hang around with floozies, most of the time... I have to go hit something.
Vincent (to Poppy): I'm sorry, lover. Come here. Give me a hug, and then you can go hit all the things you need.
Poppy (to Vincent): I mean, if I told you that it wasn't a good idea to go talk to those women over there. You'd listen, wouldn't you?
Vincent (to Poppy): In the Tombs? Probably. If you're armed, definitely. :-P
Poppy (to Vincent): I had just finished taking him to Charred Cross & we were walking by Mrs. Plunkett's. You know how the girls like to sit outside and flirt with passersby. And, I said it to him 3 times but he wouldn't listen to me. Idiot... And then Mister Trilby & his son, you know, the huge one, came out to ask if there was a problem. But Jacob wouldn't shut up. So, when the gorilla reached for his knife, I had to act fast... Now, I have to figure out a way to make amends to Mrs. Plunkett. I mean, how does it look if your security people are taken out by a tiny woman? It's embarrassing & word will get around & the gangs will be muscling in on her again. Grrr.
Vincent (to Poppy): Oh, hun... I'm sorry. And the Professor REALLY fell for that "girls flirting outside" routine? Good gracious!
Poppy (to Vincent): Honey, I have no idea how that man managed to survive over there as long as he has... Pure luck is my guess. You know, the whole rubbing my shoulders thing is really distracting me from my rage, honey. Hmmm, I was going to go do something... wasn't I?
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Sorry, lover. I can stop if you'd rather go and punch some things. Or, I can keep doing this. And this... And promise to help you soothe things over with Mrs. Plunkett. Somehow...
Poppy (to Vincent): I feel like I should apologize for coming home & stomping around but if this is the treatment I get for it, I can't help but think I should do it more often. :-P
Vincent (to Poppy): Hee hee. Well, it's not like you haven't done the same for me, lover. I seem to recall a few times that I've come home in a rage.
Poppy (to Vincent): Well, I just hate to see you mad, lover.
Vincent (to Poppy): That's good, because I hate being mad. Come on. I think we have some time before Victor wakes up. Let me distract you further.
Poppy (to Vincent): Ooo... that sounds lovely, honey.
An hour later:
Ripper (to Mouse): Hey... I'm not going to be able to spar with you tonight. Something's come up. I'll see you later.
Mouse (to Ripper): Oh, okay... What's going on?
Ripper (to Mouse): Do you think I'm a male chauvinist pig?
Mouse (to Ripper): What!?! Where did that come from?
Ripper (to Mouse): Just answer the question... Do you think I'm a chauvinist pig?
Mouse (to Ripper): Ummm...
Ripper (to Mouse): Thanks... I can't believe you think that about me.
Mouse (to Ripper): What? I didn't say anything... Look, I just think you're a guy. And, you're a teacher. You're used to being the smartest person in the room & probably the most attractive. You can be a little unbearable at times... It doesn't mean that I think you're a pig. What happened?
Ripper (to Mouse): I don't want to talk about it, right now... I'm going to go home, take a shower & have a beer. I'll see you later.
Mouse (to Ripper): Okay. See you later. (to Eep) Felix, my love, can we please find a new group of friends? I think this batch all be crazy.
Eep (to Mouse): Just now noticing that, are you? What happened now?
Mouse (to Eep): I was downstairs waiting to spar Ripper. He came in said he couldn't do it tonight & then he asked me if I thought he was a male chauvinist pig... So weird.
Eep (to Mouse): What? What the fuck was he talking about?
Mouse (to Eep): I have no idea. He said he didn't want to talk about it & then he went home.
Eep (to Mouse): Uh, ooookaaaay. I wonder what happened.
Mouse (to Eep): I know... It's just so bizarre.
A couple hours later:
Lulu (to Mouse): Hey Mouse, I have that mix you wanted me to make for you. Can I drop it off on my way home from my day job?
Mouse (to Lulu): Oh sure... I'll warn Eep you're coming. :-P
Lulu (to Mouse): Where's the fun in that? :-P
Mouse (to Lulu): Hush you.
Lulu (to Mouse): Heehee. I'll see you shortly.
Mouse (to Eep): Hey, Lulu just called. She's dropping by to give me that mix I asked her to make.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh yeah? Heh. Warning me so I'll behave? S'alright. I was gonna take a break from the paint and grab a cigarette anyway.
Mouse (to Eep): Heh. I'm not worried about you behaving. I just didn't want you to wander out into the whirlwind that is Lulu unaware.
Eep (to Mouse): Yeah. She's a... She's a something, isn't she?
Mouse (to Eep): Yeah, I'm still not sure how I feel about her & she's been working at the club for months.
Eep (to Mouse): Heh. I think that's how everyone feels about her. She gets under my skin. Mostly cause she has no damn concept of boundaries.
Lulu (to Mouse & Eep): Oooo. My ears are burning! You guys are talking about me, aren't you? I can tell because Eep is making that face.
Eep (to Lulu): Yeah. I was just saying you have no concept of boundaries. Anyway. I'm grabbing a cigarette.
Lulu (to Eep): Boundaries? What are those? I'm just kidding... You'll end up liking me, eventually, I can tell. You'll wake up one day & think "Boy, you know who I'd like to see today? Lulu. She always brightens my day." Just wait. You'll see. I'm like an itch you can't scratch. :-P
Eep (to Lulu): Love your optimism. (to Mouse) She's worse than Vincent was.
Mouse (to Eep): Heehee... I'll join you for a cigarette in a minute.
Lulu (to Mouse): He really doesn't like me, does he? That's a shame. I like him.
Mouse (to Lulu): It'll be okay. It takes awhile for him to warm up to people... well, most people. Anyway, you've got the mix for me?
Lulu (to Mouse): Yeah. Here you go. I'm not going to stand here while you listen to it, but I'd really like to know what you think. I'm in no rush or anything, but I want a chance to spin... It's always been a dream of mine. Well, that's not true, I mean I used to want to be an astrophysicist, but then I discovered that I'm absolutely terrible at math. Which is strange since I ended majoring in computer science and I like to program, because that's a lot of codes and numbers, but it made way more sense to me than imaginary numbers... And, I'm babbling. I'm nervous. I'm going to go now.
Mouse (to Lulu): Wow... Okay. I promise I'll listen to it this week & let you know what I think on Friday. Sound good?
Lulu (to Mouse): Really? So soon? Friday would be great. Thank you! Thank you! I'm going to go now.
Mouse (to Lulu): Oh god... Enough with the hugs or I'll change my mind. Get out of here!
Lulu (to Eep): Bye grumpy! Enjoy your cigarette! I'll see you later!
Eep (to Lulu): Later.
Mouse (to Eep): Quick, give me a cigarette! My brain may explode.
Eep (to Mouse): That good, huh?
Mouse (to Eep): Did you know that she went to school for computer programming & she wanted to be an astrophysicist?
Eep (to Mouse): Uh, no. I can honestly say I did not know that.
Mouse (to Eep): Neither did I. She is a strange one. The customers seem to like her, thought... Do you really think she's worse than Vincent? Or were you just saying that to annoy her?
Eep (to Mouse): Eh. She's mostly the same, I guess. More... touchy, though, which I am NOT a fan of. "Ooo! I'm gonna push my boobs on you and you're gonna love it!" She's a girl, so she thinks she can get away with that shit.
Mouse (to Eep): Oh? Is that what girls do?
Eep (to Mouse): What? No! She does it, and it's obnoxious.
Mouse (to Eep): Really? Because she's cute. If I liked girls, I certainly wouldn't complain about her touching me with her boobs. :-P Heehee, I'm half-tempted to sick Wanda on her. But, I'd be afraid of what would happen if they liked each other.
Eep (to Mouse): I don't want her touching me with anything!
Mouse (to Eep): I'm just teasing... don't get so defensive.
Eep (to Mouse): Christ. Sorry. It just.. It bugs the shit out of me. She thinks because she's a girl and I'm a straight dude... I'll drool all over myself if she shows me any affection. For as obnoxious as he was at least your brother waited until he had known me a long time before he hugged me. It annoys the shit out of me when I have like these clear boundaries, and people fucking ignore them. I am not a hugger.
Mouse (to Eep): Wow. She really gets under your skin… Ummm, and I don't mean to argue with you... but you are a hugger. You hugged me after only a few days. You're probably going to say that's different.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh... uhhhh... Heh. Yeah. I was. Did I... Uh, did I really hug you after knowing you only a few days?
Mouse (to Eep): Yes. But, it was because I was freaking out... then you kissed me & it got all weird... I'm apparently irresistible. :-P
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Heh. Oh yeah. Well, I think you're pretty fucking irresistible. I mean, you're, uh, you're the first person I ever kissed first, you know. I'm not usually so super smooth, you know.
Mouse (to Eep): Well, I like it when you kiss me first... Hell, I like it when you kiss me second & third… Just so long as I'm the first you kiss last. :-)
Eep (to Mouse): I don't think you have to worry too much about that. C'mere.
Mouse (to Eep): Maybe, we should take this inside... Your former roommate is watching us.
Robert (to Mouse & Eep): Don't get all shy on my account. I've seen far worse in my time.
Mouse (to Robert): I'm sure you have.
Eep (to Robert): You're a fucking laugh riot.
Mouse (to Robert): Aren't you usually fully entrenched in your hidey-hole at this time of night? What brings you to the surface world? :-P
Robert (to Mouse): Heh. Normally, I would, but I'm actually finished for the week. I'm looking for the twins. They like to come out here to sit on the swings.
Mouse (to Robert): Twins? Do I even want to know who you mean? Wait... Do you mean Wanda & Percy?
Robert (to Mouse): Oh no. The cats Thomas and Camille; they're always together, so Wanda and I started calling them the twins.
Mouse (to Robert): Oh... The last time I saw them, they were sitting with Otto in that tree they like. It looked like he was giving them lessons.
Robert (to Mouse): Heh. Wouldn't the twins be Poppy and Percy?
Mouse (to Robert): Heehee, probably. But, don't tell them that. Poppy would probably kill you & Percy would storm off.
Robert (to Mouse): Heh heh. Well, Poppy already explained away her prior incarnation as being her evil twin...
Mouse (to Robert): Oh really? I had no idea.
Robert (to Mouse): Indeed. Apparently, she talked to Wanda about wanting to date your brother and used the "Evil Twin" story to explain why things between them were so complicated.
Mouse (to Robert): And, Wanda believed it?
Eep (to Mouse & Robert): I have no idea what either of you are talking about.
Mouse (to Eep): Heh. Al parecer, Poppy se fue toda la telenovela de hablar con Wanda.You conocimientos, todo lo de gemelo malvado? ¿Entiendes ahora? Oops... You're giving me a look. (to Robert) If I go missing tonight, please tell them it was Eep. :-P
Robert (to Mouse): He's trying not to laugh.
Eep (to Mouse): Tu español es muy malo, pero el francés es excelente.
Mouse (to Robert): I know... I'm still learning Spanish. Je suis beaucoup mieux avec le français.
Robert (to Mouse): Ha ha ha. Your French IS very good. You and your brother are always full of little surprises.
Mouse (to Robert): Thanks, I think. Vincent & I used to play 'French Cafe' when he first came to live with me, so he could practice for school. (to Eep) Yeah, yeah... You just want me to stick to French, so you can talk about me under your breath. :-P
Robert (to Mouse & Eep): Believe me, you might not WANT to know what he says under his breath. I once caught him muttering about how he just really wanted a hug.
Mouse (to Robert): HAHAHA... C'est la chose la plus jolie que j'aie jamais entendue.
Eep (to Mouse & Robert): I can understand you when you speak French, you know.
Mouse (to Eep): I know. :-P
Robert (to Eep & Mouse): Heh. And on that note, I'm headed back inside. See you two crazy kids later. Adios!
Mouse (to Robert): Bye. If I see the kittens, I'll point them in your direction.
Robert (to Mouse): Thank you. Have a good night.
Mouse (to Eep): Uh oh... You're making that face again. What did I do now? I promise I won't butcher Spanish in front of other people ever again.
Eep (to Mouse): Huh? Oh. Heh. No. You do alright. And it's kinda cute when you speak Spanish. It's not you. I really fucking wish Robert didn't delight in telling embarrassing stories to you. Why the fuck does he keep doing that?
Mouse (to Eep): I don't know... I always feel like it's a test but I can't quite figure out who it's for, me or you.
Eep (to Mouse): That's kinda how Robert is. Always watching, always thinking, and you just KNOW he's storing up all that info for later.
Mouse (to Eep): Just so you know, the things he tells me about you usually make me think how lucky I am... So, don't be embarrassed... Now, come with me. I have it on good authority that there is a comfy bed with our name on it.
Eep (to Mouse): Oh. Heh. Well... That's, uh, that's good to know. Lead the way.
