Angel and Kyle: Sandwiches and Plotting (Backdated)

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Angel and Kyle meet in the kitchen, and an innocent conversation turns into plotting against Unsuspecting Victims.



Angel was smiling contently as she made her way through the mansion. Destination: kitchen. Of course. She'd spent a good deal of the morning down in the dark room trying to develop the massive amount of film she had from England (she'd refused to pay to get it developed. Nope. No way. Not when she was perfectly good at taking care of it herself). It seemed like a good time to stop for a break though - and maybe let her eyes readjust to sunlight. And she was hungry...

At the counter, in khakis and a unbuttoned button-down stood Kyle, with the distinctive white wires of an Ipod trailing from his ears to the pocket of his pants, half-singing Cake's "Short Skirt, Long Jacket" as he turned a quarter head of lettuce into torn up pieces and dropped them onto half-made sandwiches. Lots of sandwiches.

Angel stopped when she walked into the kitchen and found Kyle standing at a sandwich-lined counter, cutting up lettuce. She opened her mouth to speak, pausing for a moment when she realized Kyle was singing...what the heck was he singing? "Okay, two questions," she said, raising her voice a bit. "One - are you going to eat all of those? And B - what song is that? Oh, and bonus question - are you willing to share?"

"Cake." Kyle said, after popping the earbuds from his ears and hitting pause. "Aaaand yeah, I know, still can't freaking sing." He waved a hand at the sandwiches and, shrugged and upended the rest of the sliced bread from the bag onto the counter. "One, yeah, but I can make more, and two, only if you promise not to set the lettuce on fire this time." He continued to turn the lettuce into lettuce pieces and laughed. "And bonus, how do you not know Cake? They're..... Cake!"

"Well it's not as much fun if I can't set produce on fire," Angel replied with a mock pout, making her way further into the kitchen. "I'll try my best, but no promises. And I'm sorry...Cake? There's actually a band in this world named Cake? I think a better question is - what kind of band name is that?"

"Next time you come down to mooch my snack I'll make sure it's Hot Pockets so we can nuke them on your head." Kyle said, laying lettuce haphazardly down on the new bread. "They're, uh. Cake. I dunno, they're just cool and kinda all over the place musically and my girlfriend does wear short skirts and long jackets so it totally fit." He still hadn't figured out how anyone's fingernails shined like justice, but it was Cake. The lyrics didn't actually have to make sense. "Roast Beef or turkey?"

"If you're going to use me to nuke Hot Pockets, at least make sure you ask permission," Angel shot back with a grin. "It's not nice to use someone against their will, you know. Uh....hmph, choices...I guess I'll do Roast Beef. Short skirts, long jackets...interesting music lyrics. Cake. Ack, great, now all this talk about cake has me wanting sweets. Are there any cookies or something around?" She went over to the cabinets to start searching. "Or has anyone baked anything?"

Kyle waved a hand in the direction of the fridge and grunted. "There's those cookie cake... things but they're chocolate, so I wasn't touching them." He tended to go for fruit if he wanted sweets most of the time anyway. Or donuts. "With the marshmallow in the middle." He picked up a knife and started cutting through a tomato and dropped the slices on the sandwiches. "I think Lorna came back just in time, cause honest, I think we actually had like a week there where nobody'd left cake in the fridge. If you'd've come back and Lorna wasn't here, we'd have -starved-, and then where would I be? With a box of freaky donuts and nobody to share them with, that's where."

Angel bee-lined for the fridge, yanking it open and beaming when she saw the cookie cake things (there was a technical name for them, she was sure...). "Well thank god for Lorna then. We'll be able to share plenty of boxes of freaky donuts in the days to come. Dude, speaking of freaky donuts, have you been to Donutula's? I was in the area the other day so I peeked in - the flavor of the week is seaweed cheese. My only regret is that I didn't have time to stop and ask what the heck seaweed cheese is. Oh, and that I didn't get to try it. I don't suppose you know what seaweed cheese is?"

"Dude, wait what? Like, cheese made with seaweed, or cheese -and- seaweed together? Because I mean, I don't mind like, that edible seaweed that goes around like, sushi but I'm not sure I'm down with cheese made of seaweed." Kyle actually stopped in mid-tomato and the slice hung there off a claw as he stared at Angel. "And I am seriously not sure how I feel about cheese like with pieces of seaweed. I'm still stuck on cheese with fruit in it, I'm not sure I'm like, enough of a food snob to go weirder."

Angel found the desired plate of pastries and happily pulled it out to start eating. "Yeah, I really don't know. I mean, I'm pretty sure cheese and seaweed are about as far away from each other on the food spectrum as humanly possible - one is dairy and the other is...well, a plant. Maybe it's like a chocolate chip cookie? Except instead of chocolate chips it's seaweed. And instead of a cookie it's...cheese. I'm not so sure how I feel about this either. Do people actually eat these things?"

"Dude. Japan." Kyle rescued the tomato, if by rescued one meant 'ate the slice' and put a few more on the sandwiches. "I mean, hi, you ate a tentacle, it's not the weirdest thing." He drew the line at eating things that still squirmed -and- didn't have bones. "I vote we go get a box, and leave them out. Someone'll eat one, and then tell us what it is." And that never. stopped. being. funny.

"Just because I'm weirded out doesn't mean I won't try it," Angel said, sticking her tongue out for a moment. "And if we left a box out and someone ate it, they'd probably be too busy trying to kill us to be willing to give us a critique of how it tastes." Which, of course, would just make the whole thing even better.

"You can fly, I can run faster than anyone not Garrison or Jean-Paul." Or technically a few others but most of the rest wouldn't chase him. Much. "Besides, it's warm enough that if we get caught and get laked, it's not going to be -that- big of a deal." Kyle grinned over his shoulder at Angel, and then turned back to finish the sandwiches. "I blame England. I bet you ate all kinds of weird English food like, um... puddings."

"Hey if they want to lake me in the dead of winter they can," Angel shot back with a smirk. "I'm not worried about that part. Well, I'm not worried at all, actually." Actually, she kind of wanted to go get a box of seaweed cheese donuts and leave them out. Just to see what happened. "And yes," she added with an obvious amount of teasing sarcasm, "the amount of pudding I was subjected to in England has positively ruined me for all other foods. It was positively torturous."

"You know what I mean, the freaky ones made of parts. And haggis. Haggis puddings." Kyle slid some of the sandwiches onto a plate, the rest onto another, and handed one to Angelica. "You might be cold proof but I'm not, and January lakings are only fun for me if it means I can run right into a hot tub or something. But! Since it's not January, I vote we eat, go get ridiculous freaking donuts and leave them for other people. And take their pictures."

"Say what you want, but as long as you don't think too much about what's in haggis, it's actually not that bad," Angel said as she took the plate and picked up a sandwich. "At least, the one I tried wasn't. I didn't let anyone tell me what was in it until after I finished it though. And then I blocked it out so the memory wouldn't be ruined." She was grinning as she took a bite of her sandwich. "Thanks, by the way. And I vote yes on your vote. I will happily hide behind a corner with a camera and wait."

"Haggis is made of some meat, therefore I dig it." Kyle noted. "And I mean, dude, how different is sheep's stomach from like, what they make hot dogs out of?" He took an overlarge bite of sandwich, and swallowed. "You can even drive, so you can get practice driving on the correct side of the road."

"Oooooooh god," Angel groaned, dropping her head onto the table. "I tried driving ONCE in England. It was...just...no. I should never be allowed to drive in England. Ever. Again. Some guy called me a yank when he drove by me. Or...drove at me, I guess, I think I was on his side of the road. I don't remember. It was traumatizing, that's the point I'm trying to make."

"So... I should take those keys back, is what you're saying." Kyle asked, grinning.