Disclaimer : I only own Rhe and Pyro, and now that they have actually gotten a lawyer,

I don't think that arrangement will last long. Paying goddamned liberties to characters

I made up! *snarl*

Chapter 3 :

*After the meal was finally finished, the gundam crew and their newly aqcuired comrades

setteled down for a quiet evening....or so they thought....*

Everyone at the table was watching Trowa and Pryo carefully, as their behaviour had been

getting increasingly odd over the past few hours. It took Rhe a few minutes to realise

what was so strange, but she finally noticed that neither of them had touched their

carefully prepared meal and they both seemed to have their hands under the table.

"All right, put the goddamned controllers down RIGHT NOW! I've told you time and again, no

Pokemon Stadium at the table!"

In true anime style, both Trowa and Pyro's eyes grew to about coaster size as they attempted

to look as innocent as possible.

"I spent ALL DAY in that lousy excuse for a kitchen--"

"HEY! WHO MADE THAT SOUFFLE ALL BY HIMSELF!" Quatra interjected.

Rhe turned and glared at the offending pilot, who quickly returned his focus to his dinner

plate.

"Yes, woman, and where do you think your beloved brioche would be if I, Wu-Fei, had not

rescued it from CERTAIN BURNING!" Wu-Fei added in a whiny, annoyed tone.

Rhe turned her head slowly, exorcist style to gaze at him. "And where do you think Nataku

will end up if you don't shut your freakin' pie hole, huh? You want some? HUH?"

At this Pyro finally spoke up. "Did you guys uhm...let her have coffee this morning?"

"Well I didn't think it'd be a big deal..." Duo said meekly.

"How about I give you guys a couple of pointers on how to deal with Rhe: one, always remove

all pocket lint before you get on the tour bus, and two, never offer coffee to a psychopathic

insomniac. It's just NOT A GOOD IDEA."

At this comment, both Quatra and Duo looked up at her.

"What does pocket lint have to do with--" Duo started.

"Hey, don't argue with me. I've been dealing with that lunatic since elementary school."

"Hey, since when did you start talking in full, grammatically correct, sensical sentences?"

Trowa asked suspiciously. "Oh my god! THEY'VE GOTTEN YOU HAVEN'T THEY?? THE DEMON BODY

SNATCHERS FROM HELL!!!"

"Ahem. Right, must have forgotten myself. I have pocket lint!"

Trowa sighed in relief. "Better, much better."

"So. When do get those Gundams?" Rhe asked impatiently.

"Right, well about that...it's not like we keep a few extras lying around, so we're going

to have to ask for a small contribution from you guys so we can order them. I have a

catalogue somewhere around here..." Heero started rummaging around under the table (god

knows what he was expecting to find under a table?) and emerged triumphantly with a very

large, very dusty catalogue that looked suspiciously like a Sears Catalogue.

Rhe slowly raised her eyebrows. "What kind of contribution?"

Heero looked uncomfortable and coughed out an answer.

"What was that? I didn't catch what you just said."

"(cough) 50 million yen (cough) each (cough)."

"Yeah, that's what I thought I heard. Well, you can just shove that right up your--"

"Aww, come on Heero," Quatra quickly intervened. "We could cut them a little deal, and put

that Sears Catalogue away. There is no such thing as a 'Gundam Catalogue' and we DO have a

couple extra ones lying around. They're kind of fixer-uppers, but a gundam's a gundam right?"

Rhe smiled at Quatra. "Aww thanks! I knew you guys would come through for us!" She shot

Heero an evil look before continuing. "At least SOME of you are thoughtful an considerate,

and won't end up dying early of a sudden unexpected knifing in a back alley."

Heero quickly left the table and headed off to find the extra Gundams, muttering about devil

spawn. The rest of the meal passed normally, except for a few reminders to Trowa and Pyro

about playing N64 at the dinner table.

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