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Post by Maxine Harwood on Nov 5, 2008 1:21:06 GMT -4
"Half and half, like a real picnic. Chocolate's no fun, now, is it?" She grinned, holding out her juice box. "To poppy seed lemon muffins and apple juice!"
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Post by Alex Harwood on Nov 5, 2008 1:32:53 GMT -4
"Chocolate is plain, and incredibly predictable," Alex replied softly, as she reached into her own lunch and produced her juice box. She held it up to Maxxie's, smiling wider as she did so. "To poppy seed lemon muffins and apple juice, then. Even if they're going to taste sort of weird together."
There were a few people looking at them, camping out in the middle of the grass, sitting on a sweater. As strange as they may have looked, Alex didn't particularly care. As long as she was with Maxxie, she didn't care what anyone thought of them.
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Post by Maxine Harwood on Nov 5, 2008 1:36:12 GMT -4
Maxxie smiled, leaning towards Alex as she knocked their juice boxes together. "To us, as we might taste sort of weird together too!" She was content; well aware that there were people staring and simply not caring.
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Post by Alex Harwood on Nov 5, 2008 1:44:43 GMT -4
Alex laughed at that, moving her juice box back, and taking a sip from the straw sticking out of the top. "We would? I would think we'd probably taste pretty much the same, since we're sisters," the younger girl suggested absently, looking just a tad thoughtful. "Although, maybe if we went by hair color, you'd probably be poppy seed lemon. And I guess I'd be predictable chocolate. Well, then, that isn't any fun."
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Post by Maxine Harwood on Nov 5, 2008 1:48:35 GMT -4
"Or perhaps you'd be cinnamon. Or maybe clove. You are not predictable chocolate, madam." Her smile widened, and she leant forward, licking her sisters arm. "Not chocolate at all."
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Post by Alex Harwood on Nov 5, 2008 1:59:15 GMT -4
Giggling as Maxxie licked her arm, which she was finding was quite ticklish, Alex scrunched up her face some. Still laughing, she pulled her arm back, holding it against her chest. "What is it, then? Cinnamon or clove? Or something else entirely?"
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Post by Maxine Harwood on Nov 5, 2008 2:02:23 GMT -4
Grinning, Maxxie went back to her juice box. "Cinnamon, missus."
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Post by Alex Harwood on Nov 5, 2008 2:22:10 GMT -4
"Much better than chocolate," Alex agreed, taking a sip from her juice box as well, before reaching for the half of a ham sandwich that Maxxie had handed over earlier. "Although, I think that cinnamon doesn't go very well with poppy seed lemon, either. Which you and Ken are definitely. I guess mom might be cinnamon, too. She and I can be outcasted together, yeah?"
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Post by Samson Brighton on Nov 11, 2008 0:47:56 GMT -4
Maxxie grinned, brushing a strand of hair behind her ears. "I don' t know, I think Ken is something more mature......carob maybe."
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Post by Seraphim Donnelly-Rousseau on Nov 13, 2008 0:37:02 GMT -4
"Is carob yellow? I thought carob was like.. brown, isn't it? Isn't carob that stuff that you can feed to dogs as a chocolate substitute, sorta?" Alex stated, tilting her head a little in thought. "I guess if mom ever let us have a dog, I'd know."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Dec 7, 2008 21:42:23 GMT -4
Maxxie chuckled, taking a drink of her juice as she waved her hand. "It's a chocolate substitute."
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Dec 7, 2008 22:13:10 GMT -4
"So Ken is like.. a chocolate substitute. Yeah, I could deal with that," Alex replied, nodding her head. She reached over to take one of the muffins, removing the wrapper slowly. "I wish he was here today.."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Dec 7, 2008 23:40:57 GMT -4
Maxxie nodded. "I miss him when he's not here." she stated, playing with a loose thread on her shirt.
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