Humor-Less
"'Twinkies, Coffee, Women… Some things are just better rich?'"
"Huh?"
"For Beast," Bobby replied, as if it were obvious. "Hank loves Twinkies, he likes his coffee stronger than even Logan does, and while he says he and Doctor Reyes are 'just friends' I saw them kissing when she left last weekend."
Shaking his head at his boyfriend's weird train of thought, St. John said, "Nah, wouldn't work. Besides, Cecilia runs a free clinic – she doesn't have all that much money. And Twinkies are Twinkies, man – there's a low-fat version, but it isn't like the regular version is all that calorific."
"I guess you're right," Bobby conceded on a sigh.
"Besides, I thought you liked Hank," St. John added.
"Yeah, but no one's gotten him yet," Bobby said, as if that should also be obvious.
"That doesn't mean you have to," St. John pointed out.
"Ye-ah, but I can't figure out who to go after," Bobby admitted sheepishly.
"Why do you have to go after anybody?" St. John demanded. "Why can't we just let this insult feud die down and get on with our lives?"
Giving his boyfriend a disbelieving look, Bobby said, "You're kidding, right?"
"Yeah, I guess so," St. John sighed. He knew it was too much to hope for that this prank war be over that easily.
But one could hope, right?
"So, anyway…" Bobby continued, oblivious to his boyfriend's thoughts. "How about, 'I may not be able to see right through you, but I can walk right through you,' for Kitty?"
St. John groaned. For all that Bobby loved playing pranks, his sense of humor was a hit or miss thing.
This was going to be a long afternoon.