The Forever
Interlude

Notes: This one is sort of like, crack, I guess.

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With the autumnal equinox, the heat had begun to lessen around Northern Britain, making the landfill less overbearing during the evening. The band never had their meals in the Kitchen, so it would lessen the effects of the stench that could still slide through the creases in the balcony door and windows. They instead, settled themselves in the Studio Kitchen, or even in their own rooms.

Noodle cooked to the best of her ability whenever she could, and whenever she was allowed. Although she was often left without the needed ingredients to cook her favourite Japanese dishes, she was content with instant ramen and curry. Maybe some sliced chicken or meat depending on what flavor of ramen she had.

When no one would cook, 2D was often the one who would order out first. He would sometimes order something after Russel would find something in the kitchen himself, and make enough for everyone. That was fine for plenty of late night snacks.

Noodle sometimes forgot to eat. She was so busy with notes and music work. When she was stuck in the studio for a long time, Russel made a special meal, and ushered her right off to bed when she was finished.

But it was also often when she was working in the booth when evening rolled around, and a quiet atmosphere of working suddenly became something like this:

"Who wants what on they pizza!"

"D, we're not getting pizza again,"

"Why's that?"

"… Get some mushrooms and peppers for me, aye, Stu?"

"No, D, look, we've gotten take out more than enough nights this week. That shit's bad for ya."

"But I hate mushrooms, Murdoc,"

"It's not a question of whether or not you want it, 2D, it's going on my pizza."

"Well, what does Noodle-girl want on it?"

"D! We're not getting no pizza!"

An echo of two voices: "Noodle-girl!"

"…Pineapple please!"

"Blech!"

"That can go on D's then, love."

"It's better than yucky mushrooms on it!"

And after an ongoing shouting match between the two other band mates – who both kept a dislike of pineapples – Russel had given up. He wanted some pizza as well.

"Why do not we all get our own different pizza's?"

"Noodle-love, who can eat a whole pizza by himself? Oh, wait,"

"Excuse me, Muds, was that directed at me?"

"At Stu, here, actually. He's got girly hips—"

"Hey!"

"Fine. Four pizza's. Gimme the phone, D."