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Fandom High Security Center, Thursday, July 25

Most people who invited friends over for breakfast invited those friends to their home, not their office. Then again, most people who invited their friends to their home for breakfast

a) had a kitchen
b) had friends who don't effectively live next door to their office
c) were most people, which Bo was not. Hell, the jury was still out on whether Bo was even people.

All of which added up to a security office full of J,GoB doughnuts, Perk coffee, and orange juice that was not a pitcher of mimosas and would never be, no matter how much someone with an unpronounceable Russian last name might ~~bitch~~ wish otherwise.

It also added up to a crapload of leftover doughnuts, coffee, and still-not-mimosas once those friends were no longer in residence, because somebody was so not used to doing breakfast for more than two, and had way overcompensated.

[OOC: First thread is for breakfast with the Canuckian travelers, second is open office hours!]

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"Patrick," Patrick said. "Marry me?"

Look, that wasn't what Patrick was expecting to say either. He thought he was going to say 'hi,' or 'I have photos of you on my wall.'

.... Probably a good thing he didn't end up saying that second one.

"...You know, that's not the verb people usually start with when they're making that face at me. It's kind of sweet." Just in case he got the wrong idea, Bo added, "Totally not happening, but sweet."

"Oh." Patrick said. And then he thought about it. "What about the other verb?" He had to take the shot. The other guy and most of the girls on the message board would never forgive him if he didn't.

"I'm not telling you the other verb."

That was totally what he meant, right?

"Call me back in five years and maybe we can discuss it."

The telling. Not the doing. He got that, right?

He did not get that.

"I'll be legal in three years. Two and a half, really. It's actually closer to two, we might as well just round down," Patrick said.

He also couldn't WAIT to discuss it. In detail, hopefully.

Bo stared at him appraisingly for a moment. Or some other word that began with app, like appalled for instance. "Let's make that ten. Just to be on the safe side."

"Okay, I can wait for three," Patrick agreed.

Uh-huh. Bo tried not to actually look like she thought he was kind of weirdly adorable. "So what can I do for you that doesn't involve weddings or verbs you're not old enough to verb yet, Patrick?"

"Can I get an autograph?" Patrick asked.

Okay, that was less adorably weird than just... weird. Wih and wuh, she was used to, because succubus, but this? "Why would you want my autograph?" Her eyes narrowed, then widened. "Oh God, is this about that YouTube video?" That... the Fae had supposedly cleaned up after her so she wouldn't get caught for it so shut up, Bo? "Because that totally wasn't me."

"What YouTube video?" Patrick asked, wide-eyed as he immediately pulled up the YouTube app on his iPad and started searching for 'bo jones fae.'

Manners, Patrick. Manners.

"...No YouTube video. There is no YouTube video." He'd have better luck with 'Awesome: chick eating some dude's face!1!' if he was searching the right version of YouTube.

Quick. Distraction. Umm.

"I was on an an episode of iCarly once? But I was some kind of marsupial mouse at the time, so I'm not sure how much my autograph would be worth on eBay."

"I'm not going to sell my autograph collection on eBay unless I get to college and develop a serious drinking problem that I can't support with the help of friends or lying to my parents," Patrick said, rolling his eyes. Seriously. His AUTOGRAPHS. "I just like getting stuff from the celebrities I meet."

Slightly less adorable when calmly calculating his future substance abuse potential, though Bo had to give him credit for... being a lot like Kenzi, actually.

"I was a rodent on a webcast. You seriously want my autograph?"

He was a realist!

"You're Bo," Patrick said. "Of course I do!"

Fine, crazy teenager was crazy; not remotely a new thing around here, even if the particular manifestation was kind of unique. Bo shrugged and gave him a still-confused smile.

"Okay, I guess. What do you want me to sign?"

BO. BO, NO. ENGAGE BRAIN BEFORE MOUTH.

SURELY THIS IS SOMETHING YOU HAVE LEARNED BY NOW.

Edited 2013-07-26 03:33 (UTC)

"Do you have any publicity photos?" Patrick asked. Which was innocent enough as long as you didn't think about it too long.

"Like a Fandom High brochure, you mean? Sure, I've got a shi--" He was not old enough or Kenzi enough for words that ended in itload. "--stack of those babies."

None of which had her picture on them, of course.

"Yeah, that'll work," Patrick said. "Thanks. You really are the best."

"No, the best would be if I offered you doughnuts, too," Bo pointed out logically and sanely, since somebody here had to be one or the other. "Have a doughnut. Or three." For once she'd overestimated how many even Kenzi could devour.

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