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[mightbeconcussed]

[Lucy is making fried chicken when she turns the video on with sticky, flour covered fingers. She dredges a piece of chicken through egg wash and then rolls it in flour before dropping it in the deep fryer.]

I'm contemplating one of those trash chutes. You know the kind you put in the wall and it goes straight down to a big dumpster? I never want to see a trash bin again.

Mae, Stephen, are you guys okay?

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[captainfuckingmagic]

Yeah, that's fair. I don't always love everything I find myself habitually doing either. Or, at least, like, part of it. Whatever. What were we talking about?

[mightbeconcussed]

Uhm...well there was cooking and then...I can't remember. New subject!

Favorite kind of movies?

[captainfuckingmagic]

Favourite kind of... Uh. I guess the funny ones where things happen. I like those Statham ones, with the cars? Those are neat. You?

[mightbeconcussed]

Zombie movies. It's a horrible, horrible addiction. The Statham ones are cool though. He drives very pretty cars and he's kind of pretty himself.

[captainfuckingmagic]

I don't think I watch a lot of those. Scary movies aren't really... my bag, you know? [They scare him, okay? More often than not. But he's not going to admit it straightforward.] Andddd no comment.

[mightbeconcussed]

I only like the zombie ones. It's weird. I even had a fascination with them before I was killed.

[Aww Harry. She'll protect you. She smirks at him.] You totally think he's pretty too.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[Oh right, she's dead. He keeps forgetting that.] Did it get bigger after you were?

[He stuffs some more food in his mouth and then replies, because that's how that order goes.] Do not.

[mightbeconcussed]

Definitely. It became more about the zombies and less about the people kicking the zombie's butts. I have a girl crush on Alice. You know, red dress, kicks ass, former Umbrella Corp employee.

[her mother would be horrified but Lucy rolls with it.] You think he's preeeeeetty. You have a maaaaaaan crush. [This will be repeated in a sing song voice until it kind of is a song or until he shuts her up.]

[captainfuckingmagic]

I don't know. Who's Alice?

[He has to swallow all that food now quickly so he can refute this horrific accusation without choking. He's still laughing though.] Do not!

[mightbeconcussed]

O. M. G. Seriously? Okay, we are watching Resident Evil tonight. You can sleep over and I'll protect you with my cricket bat.

[Well now that he's laughing, she's definitely not going to stop. She's now going to dance and jump on the couch and sing it.] You think he's preeeeeetty. You think he's hooooot. You have a man-crush.

[captainfuckingmagic]

You'll what? [Did any of that make sense? He's not sure how he feels about this.

He turns and watches this from where he's sitting, finishing up the last bites of his food and then coming over to stand in front of the couch as she serenades the room. After a few seconds of looking up at her, he reaches out really quickly and tries to tickle the back of her knees to get her to topple down into the couch cushions. Who needs words. They wouldn't have done well anyway with her singing like that.]

[mightbeconcussed]

Protect you from the scary with my cricket bat.

[Okay he gets her knee and she goes down giggling and grabbing at him when she does.]

[captainfuckingmagic]

Thank... you?

[He had an older sister; plenty of practice at little brother tactics. He sort of flails in response to being grabbed at though. It's been a while.] You take that back.

[mightbeconcussed]

[She's going to attempt to tickle him now.] Nope! You like him. You think he's sexy. You have a man crush.

[At this point, she's just singing things to irritate him.]

[captainfuckingmagic]

[Nope, nope, nope. No tickling back. He just grabs both wrists and holds them down into the cushion as best as he can.]

Seriously how do I get you to stop saying these... These, lies. Total lies. You're like a bubbly little fountain of liedom.

[mightbeconcussed]

[Well now she's just going to wiggle and try to tickle his calves with her toes.]

You are totally protesting too much. Shakespeare says so. Besides, it's totally okay. I admitted my Alice crush.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[What the hell - weirdest tactic ever. He goes appropriately squirmy and probably loses his grip a bit.]

He was talking about Denver. It's totally different.

[mightbeconcussed]

[Hey, as long as it works. She's really not trying to squirm out away from him though, despite the fact that his grip has relaxed.]

Wait. What? America wasn't even a country when Shakespeare was writing stuff and I'm pretty sure that means Denver wasn't a city.

[Lucy, sweet girl. Not that bright.]

[captainfuckingmagic]

[See, now he stops moving entirely because he has to think about it.]

No, not Denver. I did this before. What did she say... Dover. Denver. Dennnn... mm... mm- Denmark! [Ha HAH! He lets go of one wrist to point down at her triumphantly.] Denmark.

[It's okay, I was surprised he actually got the play right. Either that or he just thinks all of Shakespeare's works are based out of Denver, Dover, or Detroit.]

[mightbeconcussed]

Oh! We like Denmark. They have a pretty prince.

[She's just sort of going to lay on the couch now and not move, totally comfortable. It's cozy and nice and he's warm.]

[captainfuckingmagic]

Do they? I thought he died.

[Because... Hamlet was the only prince they had. Harry.]

Don't answer that. I don't know what he looks like.

[mightbeconcussed]

I don't think so? He got married a few years ago and it was a whole thing. He's totally cute. Dark hair and eyes.

[Of course! She only knows because she followed the gossip rags. She pats the side of the couch.]

Come on. Snuggle. You're warm.

[captainfuckingmagic]

[He's still trying to place someone he has no chance of actually placing - he wouldn't have paid attention to the prince of Denmark getting married. He might have even be in jail when it happened. Who knows. Not Harry - when her second statement registers.]

What? Are you cold? I can get you a blanket, if you want. And... tell me where they are.

[mightbeconcussed]

[It's really not important enough for him to worry over. She shakes her head at his question.]

I'm dead. It's not like a cold that blankets actually fix. Oooh unless, blanket warmer. I should get one. Or an electric blanket maybe.

[captainfuckingmagic]

Oh, right. [Seriously, he always forgets that. I don't even know why. Neither does he.] So, no blankets. [But he sits where she patted.] What's a blanket warmer? I thought it and the other thing were the same thing?