Bobby and Paige, sometime Saturday.

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Bobby stood with his head poked into the refrigerator, surveying the juices and other possible ingredients to make the drinks.

This is how Paige found him, the blender under her arm. She paused, tilting her head at him to allow herself a little bit of watching, and put the appliance on the counter with a thump. "Nice view. Find anything good?"

He started, banging his head on the door as he jerked it back. "Ow! Hey." He blushed slightly at her words, reaching in to grab some orange juice. "Smoothies sound good to you? Plenty of ingredients for them." He glanced at the blender and grinned at her. "And don't think I'm NOT going to ask about that one, Paige."

"Smoothies sound fantastic. I doubt the mansion has the secret ingredient that the ones in Mexico had, though," Paige teased, hopping up on one of the stools. She stroked the blender, almost seductively if one could seduce a blender, and grinned. "Perhaps I just like blended things at two in the morning. No one knows."

Bobby chuckled, shaking his head. "I don't think I want to know. Far be it from me to come between the love of a girl and her blender." He opened the freezer and pulled out a package of frozen strawberries, before grabbing some bananas off of the counter. "I hope no one had plans for these, because they're ours now." He carried the supplies over to where Paige was fondling the blender, plunking them down unceremoniously. "Are you going to be able to part with your little friend long enough to make these?" he teased, grinning.

Paige put the back of her hand to her forehead, swooning quite convincingly. "If I must! Be good to him. He's… sensitive." Paige grinned, peeking under her hand. She picked up the ingredients, ripping open the bag of strawberries to pop one in her mouth, sucking on it noisily. "Oh look, their plans were obviously for them to be in my mouth."

Bobby plugged in the blender with a grin, after making sure none of the buttons had been accidentally pressed. He surveyed the ingredients, frowning. "Hmm. Wonder if we have any ice cream, or if I'm gonna have to make some." He turned back to the freezer, pulling a half-gallon of vanilla out with a triumphant 'Aha!' "Mine would be better, of course." He plonked the ice cream down and turned to find a scoop for it.

"Of course it would, chickpea. Homemade is always better, but the fact that you're making the drinks for me just makes everything better. Everything tastes better when you don't make it yourself." The fact that she'd essentially just decided that Bobby is making the drinks without consultation with him at all was obviously amusing to her as she hid a smirk behind her hand, pretending to be propping up her chin. "So. Orange, strawberry banana? Is that what we're going for?"

"If that works for you. Unless you want to try to dig something else out of the fridge, anyway." Bobby clearly didn't mind being the designated mixmaster, as he started peeling a banana without a word of protest. "So, okay. Now that it's just the two of us, I'm dying to know what your comment is, Paige dear."

"I'm good with pretty much everything. What happens when you have younger siblings who cook at home." Paige stole another frozen strawberry, drawing out the eating of it as long as possible to keep from answering. When she'd finally swallowed and licked the strawberry juice from her fingers she smiled at him. "Why, I was just wondering if you were planning on using your lack of roommates for the same thing I was."

Bobby's eyes widened slightly. He stared fixedly at the blender as he began pouring the orange juice, fighting the blush that threatens at the thought of Paige--or any of the girls, really--using the lack of roommates for the same thing he has. "Uhhh...and that would be?" he mumbled, breaking up the banana and dropping the now-frozen chunks into the juice without realising that his power was acting up again until he noticed the small cloud of precipitate forming around his hands. "Damn it," he muttered, and dropped them to rub his palms against his jeans.

Paige threw him one of the dish towels from beside the sink, smiling. "I'm sorry, I got you all flustered." She didn't look all that sorry, at least not at getting him flustered, and munched on more strawberries. "Very large Scrabble games, obviously."

He shot her a friendly glare, using the towel to wipe a bit of frozen banana off of his thigh. "Of course. Scrabble. My thoughts exactly." He tossed the towel onto the counter and added some strawberries to the blender. "So. Who's better at Scrabble, Jono or Angelo?" He smirked and cocked an eyebrow at her, hoping to get a bit of his own back.

Paige's eyes went terribly wide for a moment before she shrieked with laughter, using the other dishtowel to snap at him. "Bobby Drake! Why I never!"

He laughed and grabbed the towel up again to defend himself, whipping it at her. "Never what? Stopped to compare?" He waggled his eyebrows suggestively as he took another swat in her direction with the towel.

"You devil! You lecherous little devil! Or something! I have lost my entire vocabulary in my indignance! See? That's not a word." Paige was never one to back down from a fight and attacked back, giggling helplessly.

"You can dish it out but not take it? Is that it, Miss Guthrie?" He grinned, whipping the towel at her a few more times and nearly upsetting the blender. "Oops," he said with a sheepish grin as he steadied it, sloshing a bit of orange juice onto the counter.

"You're a clumsy, lecherous little devil I see. Let's hope that you make up for it when you're off your feet." Paige clapped a hand over her mouth. "Oh my Lord, you're right! I can only dish it out and not take it!" She giggled some more. "Clearly I owe you one. They are both fantastic Scrabble players, they just have very different strategies."

He laughed again and began opening the ice cream, after mopping up the juice. "Oh, now the truth comes out. You've been fantasizing about me off my feet all this time." He tsked and shook his head. "Not that I can blame you." He added a generous amount of ice cream to the blender and snapped the lid on. "I'm glad you're all enjoying your Scrabble, Paige," he said loudly as he turned on the blender, almost shouting to be heard over the whirring motor.

"Thanks Bobby! Now that you've pretty much told the entire school not only that I fantasize about you but that I'm getting Scrabble, I hope you get some Scrabble in the near future too! Possibly with-" At this, Paige lowered her voice to normal levels, and then proceeded to grin very wildly.

Bobby turned off the blender, opening it to stir and add some ice cubes, holding his hand over the top. "Everyone already knows you fantasize about me," he quipped, reaching out to press his very cold fingertips to her cheek. "And just who do you think I'll be playing Scrabble with, hmm?"

Paige shivered, although only from cold, and swatted his hand away. "Brat. Like two boys is not enough trouble, I have to make three. Besides, you don't seem very interested in people like me these days." She answered two questions in one with that.

Bobby starts the blender up again, this time on a pulse setting to chop the ice up nicely, waiting until it finishes to speak again. "I'm not very interested in people, these days, to be honest," he admitted with a sigh, turning to get a pair of glasses from the cabinet.

"Mm… I noticed. I wore string tied in knots for an entire week and you didn't even notice. Not that I'm complaining, I had enough commentary from that man who I got my iced tea from before Jono and Angelo did the double teaming glare thing, but still. I'm worried about your hormones." Paige played with a pool of water on the table and bit her lip. "Sooo… how much are you madly infatuated with certain people who you're clearly supposed to hate but don't, um?"

"What are you talking about?" Bobby poured the smoothies and pushed one across the counter to her, an eyebrow raised in puzzlement. "And I figured you were being ogled enough in that dental floss of yours, without me getting in on it." He managed a small smile for her.

"Uh huh." Paige clearly didn't believe him, not quite about the ogling bit, but the rest, and sipped at her drink. "Very good." She continued to drink, waiting him out.

"Thanks." He took a sip himself, looking at her. After a silent minute or two he sighed and shook his head. "Truly, Paige. There's no one I'm interested in right now." He drank down half the glass and poured the remains from the blender into it, moving to the sink to wash it out.

Paige looked hurt for a moment before snuffing it out if only from sheer force of will. "All right, Bobby." She kept her glass, suddenly not really able to taste what she was drinking, but doing so anyway.

Bobby sighed and picked up the towel he'd been whipping her with earlier, drying the inside of the blender, the water freezing in geometric patterns on the glass. "You'll be the first to know if I do?" he offered weakly, not entirely sure what else to say, because his feelings toward John are a bit complicated at the moment, and not something he was ready to talk about, with anyone.

Paige smiled at him, or at least tried to, as she watched his attempts at cleaning up at the kitchen. She hopped off her stool and moved over to him to gently kiss his cheek in a fond sort of way. "Good enough. I'll finish up here, you go do something constructive or mind destroying. Distractive."

He looked down at the blender, now coated with a rime of ice on the inside, and sighed, setting it down. "Sure." He grabbed his smoothie and chugged it, as only someone who doesn't have to worry about things such as Brain Freeze would dare do, and set the glass on the counter. "Talk to you later, Paige." He smiled and wandered out of the kitchen.