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wizened_cynic) wrote2008-07-01 01:15 am
wizened_cynic) wrote2008-07-01 01:15 am
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i assure you, lemon. john mccain is very real.
Hey, look! July has begun and so has my endeavor of month-long posting. I begin with a 20 minute instantficlet, in honor of Canada day, which I am spending studying MORONIC POINTLESS IMPOSSIBLE DOESN'T-MAKE-A-LICK-OF-SENSE commercial law. Not that I'm bitter or anything.
It's their third date. Alex thinks it may actually be their fourth, but what does she know? Until a minute ago, she wasn't even aware that they're on a date.
"I gave you flowers," Lorelai says, wounded.
"Made of chocolate," Alex says. "That you promptly ate."
"You don't like hazelnut," Lorelai says, which is true enough, Alex supposes, so she doesn't push the issue further. "So what do you think?"
"You're right. I don't like hazelnut."
"I mean, about the dead body."
Luke comes over and refills their coffee, the whole time muttering something about how he doesn't want to know, and please for the love of god don't elaborate.
Alex could never tell Lorelai this, but she'd seen more dead bodies than she could count on both hands. Both hands and both feet and probably even more than the number of times Lorelai made her watch the YouTube video of the baby panda sneezing on repeat. This one is different, though; it's been preserved in formaldehyde and traveling around the country since 1973.
"Come on." Lorelai folds her hands together and gives Alex her most pleading look. "You like museums."
"I do like museums," Alex says. "Of art."
"And the world's largest bottle of maple syrup!"
"You tricked me into going there."
"I needed to go to the bathroom!"
"Only when you saw the sign for homemade maple candy."
"It was both delicious and an important aspect of Canadian history."
"You went to Canada for maple candy?" Luke asks.
"Not on purpose," Alex says.
"Now we're really getting away from the topic," Lorelai says.
"If you're not careful, you might end up in Canada again," Luke says.
"If we do, I want to get a picture of that French-speaking moose this time," Lorelai says. "And Ellen Page. Not together of course, because what would a French-speaking moose be doing with Ellen Page?"
"Fine, I'll go," Alex says. She wonders when she started being the type of person who backs down in the face of adversity, instead of standing her ground and fighting her way through, armed with words and rhetoric.
Lorelai's smile is almost worth the defeat.
This was supposed to be longer, with Lorelai and Alex as chaperones for Lulu's third-grade fieldtrip to the museum, but my knee really hurts and obviously I write with my knee, so. FROWNYFACE.
It's their third date. Alex thinks it may actually be their fourth, but what does she know? Until a minute ago, she wasn't even aware that they're on a date.
"I gave you flowers," Lorelai says, wounded.
"Made of chocolate," Alex says. "That you promptly ate."
"You don't like hazelnut," Lorelai says, which is true enough, Alex supposes, so she doesn't push the issue further. "So what do you think?"
"You're right. I don't like hazelnut."
"I mean, about the dead body."
Luke comes over and refills their coffee, the whole time muttering something about how he doesn't want to know, and please for the love of god don't elaborate.
Alex could never tell Lorelai this, but she'd seen more dead bodies than she could count on both hands. Both hands and both feet and probably even more than the number of times Lorelai made her watch the YouTube video of the baby panda sneezing on repeat. This one is different, though; it's been preserved in formaldehyde and traveling around the country since 1973.
"Come on." Lorelai folds her hands together and gives Alex her most pleading look. "You like museums."
"I do like museums," Alex says. "Of art."
"And the world's largest bottle of maple syrup!"
"You tricked me into going there."
"I needed to go to the bathroom!"
"Only when you saw the sign for homemade maple candy."
"It was both delicious and an important aspect of Canadian history."
"You went to Canada for maple candy?" Luke asks.
"Not on purpose," Alex says.
"Now we're really getting away from the topic," Lorelai says.
"If you're not careful, you might end up in Canada again," Luke says.
"If we do, I want to get a picture of that French-speaking moose this time," Lorelai says. "And Ellen Page. Not together of course, because what would a French-speaking moose be doing with Ellen Page?"
"Fine, I'll go," Alex says. She wonders when she started being the type of person who backs down in the face of adversity, instead of standing her ground and fighting her way through, armed with words and rhetoric.
Lorelai's smile is almost worth the defeat.
This was supposed to be longer, with Lorelai and Alex as chaperones for Lulu's third-grade fieldtrip to the museum, but my knee really hurts and obviously I write with my knee, so. FROWNYFACE.