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tripp-shephard:
“And how can you be so sure about that?” Tripp swung his head over to look at Noel. “Hate to disappoint you but all your compliments will have to go to me cause I am a grown-ass man that actually uses his stove.”
“Just a feeling. Change my mind,” Noel shrugged. “Really? I’m more inclined to believe you know how to use a stove than you’re a grown ass man.”
macygardner:
“Okay well I wouldn’t purposely give you garbage how about that.” Macy rolled her eyes, but she was smiling, “And how would I be able to prove myself in your opinion?”
“We’ve spent too much time talking about it, you just flat out don’t have my trust at this point,” Noel teased. “I think the first step is usually a kind gesture.”
ronnie-tan:
“Nah. The all blueberry is way too-fucking-much. I don’t blame you in the slightest.”
“My question is who the fuck keeps coming up with this shit. I feel the need to try it, but last week I was offered a damn cantaloupe smoothie.”
kay-murry:
“What’d I do to deserve it, huh?” she rose a brow. “Woooow. I resent the low expectations, man.”
“What didn’t you do? Think about it,” Noel settled on with no real example. “Come on. You don’t exactly inspire confidence in the kitchen.”
elizabettawilson:
“Ay, well if there’s one thing I haven’t quit at yet, that’s annoying you. I’m just going to linger. Stick to you like a little fly or some shit.” Liz gave him a wee smirk. “It’s one of the other, dude. You can’t have it both ways. And besides, what’s wrong with being called a big boy, huh? Some people get off on that. They think it’s a compliment.”
“I think the term is stick to you like a fly on shit, but you were close,” Noel teased. “I could shake you,” he tacked on. “It’s not having it both ways at all. It’s not like I’m telling you that you can’t call me big, but you can’t call me small... I’m telling you that you can’t call me creepy names. And you just explained exactly why it’s creepy.”
tripp-shephard:
“Not as much as I once thought.” Tripp gave a playful eye roll. “Do you want to check the trash for any containers?”
“Oh bull fucking shit. Now more than ever,” Noel looked up with raised brows. “You being so eager to ask just makes me think you were smart enough to get rid of them, not that you really cooked.”
macygardner:
Macy grinned and sat down across the island, “Next time I’ll ask before making changes to cocktails.. probably.” She shrugged, “I told you! I wouldn’t give you garbage, that would just be rude.”
“The probably is just ‘no, definitely not doing that,’” Noel narrowed his eyes on her for a moment and smiled. “Mmm, I wouldn’t put it past you to give me garbage. You haven’t proven yourself yet.”
elizabettawilson:
“Nah, uh – I wasn’t raise a quitter my dude. And besides, what do you want me to call you instead?” She rose a brow at him. “Little boy? Cause that sounds so much weirder and I ain’t gonna degrade you that way although…” She reached over and gave him a pat on the head.
“Going to have to prove that to me. Right now I’m just seeing you as a quitter,” Noel shrugged. “If I tell you not to call me big boy that is definitely not me telling you to call me little boy,” he swatted her hand away.
kay-murry:
“Don’t ‘Jesus’ me and shake your head,” she rolled her eyes. “So do you like it or what?”
“I’ll do what I want, you deserve it,” Noel gave her a shrug. “It’s not bad, not as awful as I thought.”
ronnie-tan:
“Oh! It’s blueberry vanilla or blueberry chocolate, which the chocolate one tastes a lot more like a shake than the vanilla one. I think we should just sell it like that instead.”
“See I think the vanilla one sounds better though. I don’t know. Am I being a dumbass if I get that one?”
kay-murry:
“People don’t usually ask that question unless it’s horrifically bad or out of this world good, and I know it’s not out of this world good.”
“That’s not true at all. Sometimes people are just curious, jesus,” he tsked and shook his head.
elizabettawilson:
“Fuck, you’re right. I may as well quit with the whole reassuring thing since I’m fucking useless at it anyway. Bottoms up. You might as well just suck it up, big boy.”
“Are you going to quit everything I let you know you’re useless at? Could be a nice opportunity for me here. Don’t call me big boy, it sounds creepy,” he deadpanned and took the sip anyways.”
macygardner:
“Because it’s good! It’s just different and it’s good.” Macy bit her lip, “No.. that’s not what I was trying to do. If you really hate it I can make you a normal one.”
“Not everyone likes change, alright,” Noel half joked and shrugged. “I’m just fucking with you, no worries,” he looked at the drink again and took a sip. “It’s not bad.”
roisin-damore:
“I guess not. It’s supposed to be cheesecake but it didn’t quite turn out like I hoped.”
“Did you forget an ingredient?” Noel asked, lips twisting as he pretended to examine the dessert.
ronnie-tan:
“We’ve got other flavors,” she shook her head. “All the normal ones. We were just told to really push this one. Sorry to do it to you.”
“No no, I mean in this shake-- it’s pure blueberry? Or is it like blueberry vanilla or like-- I don’t know, some other combo?”
ronnie-tan:
“Right? Strawberry shakes I get, but blueberry straddles that weird line between a shake and a smoothie. Looking at it really fucks up my expectations.”
“It’s not natural,” Noel poked the straw around in it. “There’s no other flavor-- just blueberry?”
tripp-shephard:
“That’s the first thing you are going to say about my cooking? Get out.”
“You’d miss me too much,” he shrugged, settling into the seat and trying another bite. “No, it’s pretty good. But really, what’s n it? Did you just buy this? Not sure I trust you cooked it.”