Second Floor Common Room, Thursday

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Before classes, Jack had some time to kill, so he was making breakfast. In the common room. And raiding the fridge and the kitchenette.

Because a bacon and eggs and bell peppers and ham and is-this-turkey-expired and Questionable Mayonnaise and leftover pancakes on rye is a healthy way to start the day.

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Annette wandered in after her time spent with Beauty in the stables this morning, and actually she was on her way to Dick's room; she just smelled... food coming from the common room and poked her head in.

"Hi, what are you cooking?" No, she didn't remember Jack. Bad Annette.

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"Breakfast," he said with a smile at the pretty blonde. "You want one? It's a little bit of everything thrown into a sandwich," he said with a grin.

Oh, look. There was an extra culinary monstrosity sitting right there.

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"Ew," she muttered quietly. "I couldn't eat that..." she moved closer though, looking over at what was on the counter.

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"Ah, it's okay. Put hair on your chest. Not that you'd need it," he said. "The hair, not the chest. That you've got, the other you don't need." He took a bite. "Hrm. Wouldn't recommend the mayo."

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Annette blinked. "Umm, yeah. I don't need hair but Dick might think something was up if I didn't have a chest. And mayo on... ew. Isn't there bacon around here?"

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"Yep! Bacon's fresh," he said, pointing to a covered plate. "Made it about twenty minutes ago," he said, not commenting on her chest. Really.

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She took a piece of bacon and grinned, "Thanks. I'm Annette Hargrove by the way."

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"Jack Burton. Room 208 with that one guy, but I never see 'em. Wyatt something." Another enormous chomp.

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"Wyatt Halliwell," Annette offered. "He's pretty cool I think." Cause she wasn't mentioning their one bad encounter when he was blind omg. "Nice to meet you, Jack."

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"Good to meet you. If you need more bacon, let me know," he said with a smile, trying to devour his sandwich. "I'm no chef, but I can cook some good down-home food." Not that he was flirting or offering to cook her dinner. Really.

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"No, thank you for the offer though. One piece is enough for me. Trying to watch my figure you know," she chuckled. "So, you are a new student eh? What grade?"

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"It's a nice figure," he said without a leer. "You could have a few more pieces and it wouldn't show. Heck. You look fine." Chomp. He offers her the plate of bacon.

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Annette stared. Oh no. She couldn't have this on the radio. Not when everything was getting to be all right with Dick. "I'm thinking of lipo," she said quickly. "Thanks for the compliment though. I have a boyfriend." Umm. "No more bacon." Funny how pig insemination entered her mind.

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He shrugged. "I'm sure he'd agree." Chomp. Swallow (mostly). "What'sh lipo?"

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"He'd agree with what, lipo?" Annette frowned slightly and was now worried. Was her ass falling? "It's when a doctor sucks out fat through a little tube."

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"With me. That you look good."

He continued to eat. "Why would a doctor suck fat? That doesn't sound appetizing."

[misshargrove.livejournal.com]

"Oh. Thank you, Jack. That's a nice thing to say." Hopefully the squirrels will pass by over Jack's compliments.

"To make people happy and pretty." It did sound kind of gross though.

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"No problem," he said. Pfft. Like he cared about squirrels who hated him.

"How does sucking on some fat make someone pretty? I thought if you ate too much fat you got pimples or something. And why does a doctor suck it?" He's not getting that whole lipo thing.

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Annette giggled. "No, see, the doctor inserts this plastic tube into your body, or something like that, and a machine sucks out the fat. In your tummy, your thighs, your butt... wherever you want it."

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Jack put down his sandwich. "Wha...why the hell would anyone want to do that?! That ain't right! You don't need that, just a bit more exercise, work the guns a bit." His face? Disgusted look. His arms? Flexing the biceps.

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"It's the thing to do, Jack. I didn't make it up, honest," Annette replied, brows raised.

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"How is that better than workin' out and eatin' right? That... I just can't picture that." Poor Jack, what with the headbreaky.

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"No one said it was better but it sure is faster. I've seen it on TV before and did you know that Dr. Troy is a plastic surgeon? He is a doctor here at Fandom."

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"That's... People do this?" He pushed his sandwich away. The poor lad's off his feed.