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    "Sometimes I wonder if I ought to book you a mental psychiatrist. I really don't know what's wrong with you sometimes," Nik teased lovingly, messing up her hair again.
    "So are you hungry now, is that what you're telling me?"

    "Actually, I prefer standing in the shower and pondering the mysteries of the universe," Nikolas explained.
    "Alright, you gonna leave the cooking to me, or do you want to help?" He sure hoped she didn't. Then he'd have to comment about how burnt it would be and act like it was poisoned.

    "You do your nerdy, dorky stuff you normally do, I'll make dinner." she said with a grin. The redhead stood up and pulled her bright crimson locks back into a bun, and pulled out the sauce and the noodles.

    "I'll keep the PCC on speed dial," Nikolas sighed, resigned to the fact that she was going to cook- whether he agreed or not. He pulled another laptop out of his bag and began typing away, working on a poem he'd started last evening.

    She worked with the pots, pans and the oven for awhile, and then manifested in front of her big brother a beautiful bowl of her personal favorite, Chicken Parmigiana. It actually...looked pretty good. She triumphantly plopped down her her seat and started shoveling the food into her mouth, stuffing her face.

    No response to the PCC comment? Hmm. Maybe she's mellowing, Nikolas thought.
    Then she began eating like a starved monkey, and he decided, no, she wasn't mellowing
    He dramatically poked the food with his fork, watching it tremble dubiously. Finally, he took a bite. "Ah, the horror !" he cried, sounding strangled.
    A neighbor banged angrily on the wall, and he actually did choke, but coughed it up.

    "Oh yeah, and who had pasta sauce smeared all over her face just now?" Nik teased, delicately taking a bite. "Not me." Honestly, he was beginning to run out of witty banter ideas. It would be eternally shameful if she beat him.
    But then again, her insults weren't very original.

    "Well forgive me for being a human being with personality." she retorted at the sauce comment, "You and I very well know I am thoroughly capable of having elegant manners when I mean to." oh snap, she was pulling out some longer words.

    Nikolas wasn't fazed by her fancy talking. He used really, really big words in his normal conversations. Those ones that he held with himself. Inside his head. When he talked to real people, he used short words for their sakes.
    He decided not to reply. That would just drag out the argument.

    "Wow, hungry much?!" Nik exclaimed. He shrugged, letting out a sigh. "Whatever, explode if you'd like, I'm going to go finish my homework." He stood and cleaned his plate. "I'll also get the dishes once your done, just say something."