If you found me some better ingredients to bake with I think I might cry. But I'll stop myself from bringing up the peanut butter thing with Peter so we don't embarrass him.
Maybe I should hunt down pie guy and see if he needs help making some pies. Could be fun.
I'm saying it's hard for me to look at Peter and see anything other than just... Peter.
[ Which isn't saying that she doesn't see that same potential there, just that her initial impressions of him were so strong in one direction that she can't see him as anything other than what he is. And that's Just Peter. He makes her feel normal. ]
I'm thinking about it. I know someone in the xeno department. I thought... maybe I could be a lab assistant or something. I don't know. That's what college was supposed to be for, but it hasn't exactly gone as planned.
[ To someone who has never had any earthly idea what she wants to do with her life other than live it as herself, it doesn't sound terrible. As for Peter, the last time she saw him, he could only juggle one at a time. ]
Yeah, yeah, it's cool as hell.
[ Until he can't control it and she has to hold a gun to his head, trying to stop her fingers shaking long enough to fathom pulling the trigger. ]
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i miss weetabix. i guess indian's not so bad either tho
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don't expect you to but i really like it with blood.
[ spike you are so gross stop it. ]
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i've been working with the doctors to synthesize animal blood. [ technically true, it just wasn't for him. ]
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[ One of these days it's all going to click. ]
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b. idk we'll see i guess? there's a pig on board so tam says he can take a sample and zip zam zoom
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though that pie guy is pretty good at guarding the thing. and he is tall
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are you saying he's not? cause he can do like, anything.
[ someone is smitten :c ]
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[ Which isn't saying that she doesn't see that same potential there, just that her initial impressions of him were so strong in one direction that she can't see him as anything other than what he is. And that's Just Peter. He makes her feel normal. ]
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he's totally kicked my ass. not many people can do that.
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Well he does have superpowers.
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[ that sounded weird ugh can he just quit. ]
not just that, he has like every power in the book. and he's gotten even more since he's been here. you know from other passengers. it's cool as hell.
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[ To someone who has never had any earthly idea what she wants to do with her life other than live it as herself, it doesn't sound terrible. As for Peter, the last time she saw him, he could only juggle one at a time. ]
Yeah, yeah, it's cool as hell.
[ Until he can't control it and she has to hold a gun to his head, trying to stop her fingers shaking long enough to fathom pulling the trigger. ]
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