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What you're doing right now - cut it out. [ Conner is looking as serious as ever. He doesn't need this right now. Or ever. ] You think I like having to sit through this? You think M'gann does? We didn't ask for any of this!

The two of you just don't get it. [ Disgusted tone is disgusted because really, he's had enough. ]

January can't come any sooner.

[ Ugh ]

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She keeps laughing.

And then crying.

And then switches back to laughing again.

...I think this hiatus is doing something to her. Which isn't spelling out anything good for us either.

[Why no, SHE isn't very happy with this either! The crossed arms and unhappy look at the fourth wall might be a good indication of that.]

I think you got stuck with the worse of the two. Mine's not crying or laughing, she's thinking.

Thinking is dangerous with these guys.

Conner, I'd like to respectfully ask that you don't give yours or mine any more ideas. What they already have in their heads is bad enough already.

We promised Nightwing we'd keep it professional-- you really think I'm the one giving them ideas?

... you all right?

*this close to whining, because he wants things fixed!*

Don't worry, I remember that.

...I just get the impression that either one of us being around is going to spur more weird and uncomfortable situations into existing.

Ask me again in three months.

Noted.

Though I'm sure things will be happening to you before that. It's... a probably kind of thing, if you've showed up in this place.

If you can't handle the heat, why are you in the kitchen then?

They're already happening as we speak.

I'm sorry?

That's a simple answer; because I like cooking.

[...

...We have reached the point where the martian is copping by snarking. SEND HELP.]

Yeah? What's on the menu tonight?

[ Scrambled brains anyone? ]

I mean I'm here, in this place. Not to mention my mun's trying to get me in this other place.

"If I had my way, I'd go with stuffed crab cakes for some of the team, hotdogs for the younger members, and a side of mashed potatoes for everyone."

[A deep breath.]

"...But I'm guessing it's not going to turn out that way. I think that she'd try and set something on fire in the kitchen before I'm allowed to cook in peace."

You'd make sure you had your way one way or another.

[ Sorry, the barb slipped out this time before he could stop it. ]

...Never mind. I'm not hungry.

...Not much in the mood for cooking right now, either.

[Yeah, not meeting his eyes as she says that. In fact, that far corner looks a lot more interesting then anything else right now. It doesn't make her shoulders want to bunch up over some words, either.]

Yeah.

[ Aaaaaaaaaand at this point he's just going to turn and begin to walk away. What's left to say that hasn't been said already? ]

[Her hearing isn't anywhere near as good as his, but she can still hear him turning to walk away.

And maybe it's just that she doesn't want to leave it at that; either out of guilt or out of some juvenile desire to get the last word in...But she still speaks up.]

You know it's not going to stay this way, right?

[She doesn't know whether that's a good or bad thing at this point. Muns. Why do they do these things.]

This is coming in a bit late - I guess, but. Good luck with both. Really.

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