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         Varin raised a brow and chuckled a bit. "Alors pas 'cher. I just like is spicy is all." He said as he put the shaker down. He smirked at him a bit, and shivered a bit. Catching his wandering thoughts and holding them back onto a more decent mental chat. He glanced at Eli for a bit, tore himself away once he realized that he was loosing balance. "Can't be that hard to make a pizza. Just put them in at the same time and no one will be doughy. Besides, I'll make gumbo tomorra night." He rolled his eyes at the thought of everyone hovering over him while it was being finished. Including Em if he could help himself.

Emilen scowled at him from across the room, but walked into the kitchen from the smell of pizza being made lured him in. "Vii~, Why do you have to be so mean to mean to me?" He said, mimicing that of a little brother complaining. "'Cause payback a cold mistress, beau. Now ya gonna make your own food or do I have to do it?" "Why would I trust you with my food when you put a demon spider in my sink?" Varin snickered and moved out of the way. "Good point." Em rolled his eyes, starting on his own pizza, a bit embarrassed from being heard screeching like a littler girl.