Grounds, Saturday Night

[chasingangela]

It was a lovely, clear night, perfect for a little stargazing. After calling Marty, Angela headed out to the grounds with a blanket, a bag of chips and some cold drinks; she also had her notebook and a flashlight.

She spread the blanket on the grass beside a strand of trees and waited for whoever might wander by.

[OOC: Mainly for Marty, but open.]

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[chasingangela]

Angela is trying to decide whether she should smack him or beg for death, and settles on laughing pretty hard. "You wore a bra!," she muttered. "Doesn't count."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"It was a sports bra!" Marty protested. "Which also could be made of kevlar."

[chasingangela]

"So kevlar is, like, the wonder fabric," Angela said, popping a chip into her mouth. "Why do people wear anything else?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Cotton industry has a strangle hold on the garment manufacturers," Marty replied. "It's a conspiracy of mammoth proportions."

[chasingangela]

"Interesting theory," Angela said. "Are there other conspiracies i should know about?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Yes. All the french chefs in Paris are currently poisoning government officials in order to pass legislation for Marcella to never cook again," Marty said seriously.

[chasingangela]

"I would support that," Angela said, very seriously. "How's she doing, anyhow?"

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Good. I talked to her the other day," Marty said cracking open a soda. "She said 'hello' and that she'll be sending you some horrid recipe or something that's bound to mutate and kill us all in a horrible yet bizarre cooking fiasco."

[chasingangela]

Angela mulled that over. "I woul suggest she go and take cooking lessons from my dad?," she said. "Except there are two problems with that whole idea. I mean, aside from the time travel thing."

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"What problems are those?" Marty asked. "Besides possibly killing your father's taste buds?"

[chasingangela]

"Explaining how you know her would be, um, interesting," Angela said. "And there's the fact the last time my dad taught someone to cook, it was Hallie Lowenthal." She made a face.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"Hmm. The first point I concede. The second one? I don't think that'll happen again," Marty said slipping his arm around her. "I doubt he would make the same mistake twice."

[chasingangela]

"My mom would kill him if he did," Angela said, but didn't sound entirely certain. "Anyhow. Time travel, so, moot point, basically."

She snuggled against him.

[oatmanspatient.livejournal.com]

"True. Maybe they'll meet during parents weekend this year," Marty said returning said snuggling.

[chasingangela]

"He should come this year," Angela agreed, with some passion.

She heard a noise and glanced across the courtyard. "Huh. Looks like Cal's out late."