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[lassiface.livejournal.com]

Busy past couple of weeks. Busy enough I haven't been able to pay attention much to this thing. If there's anything important that needs to be brought to my attention that you couldn't have done so through my phone line proper or to my face, now is a good time.

Otherwise, I have a question to pose of the more culinary bunch of you out there. Zatanna and I have taken it upon ourselves to make the best casserole. Every Saturday we've been making a couple, trying some concoctions out. Don't ask why, because those details are unimportant to this now. If you have any recipes or any suggestions to put into one, we are both all ears.

Oh, I guess some vegetarian [he says that with horror, but a horror that he doesn't realize he's putting behind the word] suggestions would be good, too. Since she doesn't eat meat. [Man, srsly, dudes, can you believe that?]

[Hems.] Speaking of which, Zatanna? A word?

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[lassiface.livejournal.com]

No! [Man, stop dragging Lassi into your panic.] She probably has those fake ones, though, the veggie burgers.

[shockheadedpete.livejournal.com]

[NEVER.]

You can't make a hamburger outta vegetables. It says ham right in the name a the word!

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

They damn well try, Pete.

You....do know hamburger isn't made of ham, right?

[shockheadedpete.livejournal.com]

Well it's cow. Cow that's been hammed.

Like corned beef.

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

I don't think--

Yes, Pete, that's exactly what it's like.

[shockheadedpete.livejournal.com]

Funny thing is you can't never taste the corn.

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

[Oh, Pete, he doesn't know how to respond to that except just shake his head a little.]

So, how have you been, Pete.

[shockheadedpete.livejournal.com]

You know.

[Shitty.]

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

[:(]

Same as before?

[shockheadedpete.livejournal.com]

You were expectin' somethin' else?

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

[Yes, maybe, feelings should fix themselves, dammit. But he's actually worried enough he's maybe possibly going to . . .]

Want to go have a beer or something?

[shockheadedpete.livejournal.com]

I could do a beer. A burger too.

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

Sure, whatever you would like. We can hang and talk. About things. Our feelings.

[Trying to be a hip boss and failing.]

[shockheadedpete.livejournal.com]

Are you aimin' to ruin my apetite?

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

No, that was an unfortunate side effect. When are you free?

[shockheadedpete.livejournal.com]

I get off in an hour.

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

Sure, my night is suddenly free.... Tell me where to meet you.

[shockheadedpete.livejournal.com]

You ticked her off that bad?

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure, she was okay after we spoke privately and-- But never mind about that, yeah? I feel like a place that also serves whiskey.

[shockheadedpete.livejournal.com]

Chicks, huh?

Someplace Irish, then.

[lassiface.livejournal.com]

Sounds perfect. I'll meet you at [here] in an hour.