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Sneakeh Cat · 04-06-2010, 03:42 AM

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Originally Posted by midget ♥

Pippa nodded once, and then giggled -something she didn't do often, so Sam was in luck- before speaking. "You know what? You would have made an excellent slave or door opener, Sam. I'm disappointed in your lack of ability to help a woman in need. Very shameful, very very shameful." The blonde grinned up at him, and then laughed once more. "Cheeseballs, balls of cheese. In people form, I tend to use the term cheeseball when someone has reeeeally cheesy chat up lines, or overall can't hold a conversation without saying something cheesy. So no, you're not a cheeseball, Sam." She smiled softly, and ran her un-burnt hand through her hair. Much easier.

He was apologising? Oh, how sweet of him. "No, no. Don't worry about it, Sam. I should have expected it to be cold, I don't think it was as cold as I felt it to be, when your skins burning you know, things are alot different when you feel them on that part of the skin, as to how they would feel elsewhere." And no, that wasn't saying she was okay with being soaked to test that small theory.

"Trust me, I don't think anyone banks on being burnt by an apparantly harmless coffee. The drink of torture that is." She returned his wink, and shrugged. Though, her point wasn't going to stop her from drinking it. Nuh-uh.

After deciding to eat her pumpkin pasty finally, Pippa took a seat, and gave Sam a smile, while unwrapping her late lunch. "Me? Oh well, I've been working... working some more... looking after a four year old still... working. How about you?"

Sam wrinkled his eyebrows. An EXCELLENT slave? He begged the differ. He might be a good doo-- NO. He was not even going to think about that. He'd open doors for woman because it was the right thing to do, not because he was a slave and HAD to do it. "I helped you when you were in need, didn't I?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Last time he checked, he had. "Oh, good. I'm glad I'm not a cheeseball." He would NEVER EVER be a cheesball. Nope.

He nodded. "I see what you mean," he commented. He placed his wand back into his pocket before reaching for his cup of coffee. "Drink of torture? I like that." He took a drink of his ~~coffee~~ drink of torture, and then sat it right back down on the table. Ahh, refreshing!

"Working seems to take over your life," he pointed out the obvious. He leaned back into his chair and replied, "I've been good. Nothing really has happened...I mean, I work most of the week. So I guess I can compare to you." Yeahhh...

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Sneakeh Cat Diricawl Join Date: Oct 2007 Location: Pride Rock Posts: 26,775 Diagon Alley Proprietor: Maia Denton Daily Prophet Reporter x5 x2	Yay, Hamlet! • Cathopper • Disney Fanatic • I was normal once... Quote: Originally Posted by midget ♥ Pippa nodded once, and then giggled -something she didn't do often, so Sam was in luck- before speaking. "You know what? You would have made an excellent slave or door opener, Sam. I'm disappointed in your lack of ability to help a woman in need. Very shameful, very very shameful." The blonde grinned up at him, and then laughed once more. "Cheeseballs, balls of cheese. In people form, I tend to use the term cheeseball when someone has reeeeally cheesy chat up lines, or overall can't hold a conversation without saying something cheesy. So no, you're not a cheeseball, Sam." She smiled softly, and ran her un-burnt hand through her hair. Much easier. He was apologising? Oh, how sweet of him. "No, no. Don't worry about it, Sam. I should have expected it to be cold, I don't think it was as cold as I felt it to be, when your skins burning you know, things are alot different when you feel them on that part of the skin, as to how they would feel elsewhere." And no, that wasn't saying she was okay with being soaked to test that small theory. "Trust me, I don't think anyone banks on being burnt by an apparantly harmless coffee. The drink of torture that is." She returned his wink, and shrugged. Though, her point wasn't going to stop her from drinking it. Nuh-uh. After deciding to eat her pumpkin pasty finally, Pippa took a seat, and gave Sam a smile, while unwrapping her late lunch. "Me? Oh well, I've been working... working some more... looking after a four year old still... working. How about you?" Sam wrinkled his eyebrows. An EXCELLENT slave? He begged the differ. He might be a good doo-- NO. He was not even going to think about that. He'd open doors for woman because it was the right thing to do, not because he was a slave and HAD to do it. "I helped you when you were in need, didn't I?" He asked with a raised eyebrow. Last time he checked, he had. "Oh, good. I'm glad I'm not a cheeseball." He would NEVER EVER be a cheesball. Nope. He nodded. "I see what you mean," he commented. He placed his wand back into his pocket before reaching for his cup of coffee. "Drink of torture? I like that." He took a drink of his ~~coffee~~ drink of torture, and then sat it right back down on the table. Ahh, refreshing! "Working seems to take over your life," he pointed out the obvious. He leaned back into his chair and replied, "I've been good. Nothing really has happened...I mean, I work most of the week. So I guess I can compare to you." Yeahhh... __________________ _______________________________You may hate me, but it ain't no lie: bye bye bye.