Kitty, Paige and an escape

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Paige and Kitty escape to the local B&N where they invest in books that have nothing to do with science (at least, not that science) and sugary drinks. Kitty eats cheesecake, Paige eats smuggled in arrowroots. Oh yes, they are rebels. Rebels who refuse to speak of anything serious.


Kitty slid into a chair, setting the tray carefully down onto the table. "There are admittedly few things which can not be fixed by exposure to Godiva's Hot Chocolate, cheesecake and a new novel or four. Thank God, really, or I'd be plum out of ideas to recover from the crazy."

"And you won't tell anyone that the first book I picked up was a children's one, so even the company is perfect," Paige continued smoothly, running her tongue along her lips. She'd said she wanted chai, but when it came down to it, how could she resist Godiva's Hot Chocolate, even if it was horrible for her? This was worth an extra mile or two during her run. "Thanks for suggesting this. I needed out of there."

"I won't long as you don't tell Jamie about the new romance novel. I know they're trash, but they're fricken addictive trash. I blame my mother. Things are always better when I can blame my mother." Kitty grinned. "And you're welcome. Trust me, the need to escape the mad house was mutual. Some days I just.... gah! No, never mind. This is me, not thinking about it."

There was something even more fun about picking out books that you knew would educate you in no way you would be getting number grades on when you were with a friend. Their entire stack was garbage, said the part of a brain with a stick up it's lobe, but hey. Children's books, trashy romance novels, the rather indecent one at the bottom to which had given Paige a couple of ideas, both of new things to do with Angelo and how Kitty and Jamie's relationship was going. "That's why I practice in the mother blaming regularly. Just in private, what with my tattletale siblings living here now," Paige giggled. "No thinking about crazy people. Gotcha. Darn, I just thought about them, didn't I?"

"The mother thing is a time honored tradition. Every girl in the world can blame her mother, and every man can blame their father. It's cathartic, or something. And yes, you thought about them, which was bad. But you did it in the general sense, and you mocked them at the same time, so I think we will let it pass." Picking up her fork, Kitty started in on the desert. "I know it's bad and wrong, but my cheese cake addiction continues unabated. But then again, the longer I don't fight it the longer I put off becoming one of those frightening prima ballerina's who go on diets for years at a time. And, given I don't want to be professional, I'm good with that."

"Please don't become one of those crazy people who count how many raisins are in their one piece of toast for the entire month. I'd have to cry." Paige grinned, dunking an arrowroot – she'd snuck a small package in from home and no one had dared tell her it wasn't allowed – into her drink. She knew she didn't have much room to talk, what with her regulated food calendar, but she also knew that she allowed herself whatever she wanted if the need arose. "And then I'd have to do something silly like repurchase all your clothes, but one size larger, so you would stop."

"That would be a feat. I might do it just to see if you could pull it off. 'Course, Jamie'd probably help, but still, it'd be worth it." She considered. "Actually, no, it totally wouldn't, because I'd be living on celery or something, and I hate celery."

"It's like green, crunchy water. Great if you like green, crunchy water. Not so much otherwise," Paige agreed. She didn't mind celery so much, but she also knew she was somewhat insane. "I'm a super genius. Paired with Jamie I could possibly take over the world. Good thing he chose dominating the world plan-less you, huh?"

"Bah. I totally have world domination plans. I'm just lazy." Kitty grinned. "See, you've got that whole obsessive 'doing stuff' thing, and me, I just want to know everything. If I ever run out of stuff to learn, then I'll start doing things. Until then, I'm quite happy observing and taking notes."

Paige laughed, picking up another cookie. Man, she loved arrowroots. "Forget about Jamie. I want you as my partner in crime instead. We can make Jamie a lacky. He'd probably look very dashing in one of those lacky uniforms, hm?" she teased, trying to get a little bit of a blush from her friend. "Jono has already expressed that he wants his to be black, surprise surprise. Angelo has yet to figure out that I'm evil. Shh! It's a secret."

No blush was forthcoming - Kitty had no problem admitting she liked how Jamie looked in just about any outfit, let alone costumes that were designed to let him show off. "Excellent. We shall steal him as a lacky from Ev and have our own personal army of well dressed minions." She nodded. "Don't worry, I won't tell Angelo. However, you know how these stories go. The one who is kept in the dark always ends up fighting on the side of the good and interfering with the evil queen's plans. You'll want to tell him at some point..."

"Well. I suppose I can find some way," Paige replied, much too innocently for any innocence. There were no kidlets here, and Kitty hadn't blushed at her uniform comment, so she couldn't be too... well. That was just heading into a bitter thought direction; back to being uncharacteristically naughty. "I hear minions are very good at grape feeding. Do you happen to know?"

That earned a full on smirk from Kitty. "Grape feeding, fan waving, massages... Minions are terribly useful, and when they can coordinate it's very nice." No, Kitty was not too 'ellipses' when she wanted to be.

Paige clapped in glee, beaming. "Then it's settled! Minions are definitely on the list of things to make sure are present during this domination thing. We'll just have to be sure to move somewhere warm so that fan waving is really necessary. Perhaps invest in some stock in grapes to make up some of the money."

"Sounds like a plan," Kitty said, nodding. "Plus if we rule the world from a warm place then the minion garb can be more interesting yet. I think funding the entire take over through grape sales would be difficult, but it would be a start."

"Mm, I'm just brain storming here," Paige said offhandedly, trying to speak around the bite of cookie she had taken. She finished chewing, swallowed and grinned before continuing. "Oh, perhaps those little Egyptian leave little to the imagination waist things. I vote for those. They'd compliment the palm leaves very well, I believe."

Kitty took a swallow of her cocoa, considering. "Oh yes, that would be good. I'd say going full on Greek would be a bit... um... too much like sharing. I don't think I like sharing. The whole my minions are my minions and your minions are your minions thing. Figure that's not a problem?" She grinned. "Course, that doesn't mean we couldn't fund our take over from selling a Minion Swimsuit Calendar, does it? Bet that would make a profit."

Paige chuckled, giving Kitty a little salute. "Well, normally I wouldn't be sure. I have a bit of a reputation for building my own little harem and all. But I suppose, just this once, as you are helping me dominate the planet, it can be arranged," she agreed. "Besides, you keep coming up with brilliant ideas like Minion Swimsuit Calendar! We'd just have to make sure not to buy them all ourselves."

"We shall be on our guard, indeed, and restrain our acquisitive natures, but I think we will manage. After all, two-d, even two-d glossy, does not compare to the original." The last bite of cheesecake disappeared into Kitty's mouth. "So, are you fortified enough to face the madness again, or shall we hit Best Buy? There are always new distractions there..."

"Well, I was totally preparing to open my mouth to say we should head back, but how am I supposed to resist Best Buy? I am weak willed," Paige answered, giving Kitty a large mock pout, complete with trembling lip. "Oh well. Good thing I don't care," she continued, standing up and brushing off the crumbs from her shirt as she grabbed her purse. "Onward! To the place with shiny things that we probably don't need!"