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[~~/Flips table at her hiatus~~ This entry takes place in the late morning. These will all have to take place at different times in the day because crossing over would get insanely awkward.]

[Filtered to Buffy | 70% Unhackable]

Buffy darlin'! I've got some free time today if ya wanna come over and try my amazingly delicious crêpes fer lunch, as promised! I also found a great recipe I know yer gonna love!

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[Filtered to Emil | 90% Unhackable]

I'm ready ta tell ya now if ya still wanna hear it.

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[Filtered to Alexei | 95% Unhackable]
[This bit is written, yeah the strikeouts are completely readable.]

~~Evesdropping is rude~~
~~How's the jailbait?~~
You heard what the little girl said, let's go and 'say sorry' by the south lake at 8pm. Bring your sword, or a picnic. I'd personally prefer a picnic but somehow I doubt that.

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[He gets up and starts heading towards the kitchen.]

Haha why would you wanna know about this old man's love life? I'll flirt till the day I die but... nah. I doubt I'll end up with a lovely lady anytime soon.

Even Bones ended up with someone. [Which means she considers him kinda old.] She's blonde, but most definitely not me. There's hope for you yet.

[He starts preparing the ingredients again. Some eggs, flour, the usual crepe things with a little sprinkling of the magic he uses to make them oh so very tasty indeed.]

I suppose that'd be the case if I was actually lookin'. I think I'll be sticking as a bachelor for a while longer! That and I'm hardly the least suspicious person.

Oh? You seem pretty harmless, to me.

[Yep, she's goading him.]

[He twirls, letting the air lift up his large coat.]

Ya can't tell me these clothes aren't suspicious!

They're kinda weird, but they're no leather onesie. [Kadaj is who she is referring to with that.]

[~~I don't want to imagine Raven in a leather one-piece.~~ He pours the crepe mixture into the pan as he speaks.]

I'd say yer clothes are weird ta me too, but I'm no expert on ladies fashion.

The best of twenty-first century Earth fashion, my friend.

I didn't know Luceti was so up to date on the fashion trends. [Flipping the crepes over, they really don't take long to cook.]

Shiki's shop is like a home away from home. Y'know, I've trying to talk her into naming a pair of jeans after me.

I got no idea what jeans are. But why would ya want a piece of clothin' named after you? [He dishes the crepes up onto the plate, adding in the filling before finally sprinkling some sugar on top.]

I'll give you a hint. Me? I'm wearing jeans. And to have a designer pair named after you is, like, the ultimate compliment.

[He kneels down and looks under the table.] So they're like special trousers then? Why won't she name a pair after ya?

Something like that. [She indulges in another grin.] It's not a case of won't, more a case of sly hinting.

[He throws some raspberries onto the crepes and brings the plate over. This time they're filled with a thick, only slightly fruity yogurt with a light sugar sprinkled on top and raspberries.]

Maybe if ya designed a really nice pair and she made them, then she'd have to name them after ya!

You're an idea factory.

[She happily takes the plate from him.]

Not really, just pointin' out the obvious! [And he takes his seat opposite her again.]

And making me look like a dupe, huh?

[She knows how to tease too, after all. Buffy returns to the dainty eating habit--prepping herself for the taste.]

Oh that's a terribly rude way ta put it. Maybe I should've put some peanut butter in this recipe too.

Peanut butter, huh? That's you're idea of a punishment?

[But the full force of the snark is lost when she tastes the thing. Much lighter than the last. Very...almost summery.]

I didn't say anythin' about it being a punishment!

[They're quite different flavours, this one is much cooler tasting with a little zest. But not as rich and overwhelming as the previous.]

Oh, I see how it is. I get rewarded for poking fun at you, huh?

[Her enthusiasm for this crepe shows it to be her favourite. She's eating with gusto.]

It keeps me on my toes? I'm not one fer recievin' flattery.

[Hmm. She sets her fork down for just a moment.]

You're a hard nut to crack. I figured flattery would be your life-force. Y'know, in a superficial way.

No my life-force is the joy of seein' beautiful women everyday. Imagine a world without all the gorgeous ladies! I don't think I could cope!

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