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Savannah Monroe (savannah_monroe) wrote in omega_reality,

"How about this? I'll keep the open pecan pie and you can take a full apple pie as long as you promise to get Derek to eat some. I can make more tomorrow," she said. "Let just say that kitchen as been stocked, and food is always a good way to get to people."

Savannah grinned. "I don't even know to know how the club made things better, but as long as you two are okay, then it's good." She paused a moment. "Have you notice like all the so called 'kids' are the most emotional balanced? I don't think they understand what growing up means. Somehow they all think it means emotionally screwed up."

She scrunched her nose. "Oil and... whatever else there is in a car are not as interesting as driving it. It's so uncomfortable with a skirt anyway, and then you ruin your clothes, your hands get all black and yucky, and you smell of gas and oil. So not nice." She looked at him, before leaning closer and kissing his cheek. "You're a genius. Well, I'm a genius, but you gave me an idea. Something informal, yeah? People can join or not. Do you remember at the beginning? We had those barbecues? We can do it at your house, because it would look natural for the director of the program to do it, or even better, out in the park, get some grills, meat, football. We'll have to give up Sunday dinners, but it's... I think it'd do everyone some good. People can toss a ball, drive a car, have a burger, get a tan, sing, play. Just an afternoon hanging around without any structure. What do you think?"