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[reargunner]

Oh, him. Don't think we've ever spoken.

[He glances at her, lifting his eyebrow slightly.]

The fuck is a 'taco bell'.

[planetdialup]

Not surprising. He's pretty quiet.

[She's not going to mention that the pair of them could get into conversations for hours. Weird ones but are...kinda fun.]

I think it's a restaurant? But people wanted something called a taco supreme? I think that's one of the things they make.

And we made our version here on the Barge, because some people wanted some.

[reargunner]

[A little snort.]

You made it sound like it was some kind of big ordeal.

[planetdialup]

Well...we did make the tortillas from scratch?

We had an assembly line and everything!

[reargunner]

[Amused.]

I don't think I've ever had a tortilla. Sounds fancy.

[planetdialup]

[She chuckles.]

It's just flat bread. Kinda. Maybe I'll ask the kitchen if we could make tortillas to go with something.

[reargunner]

Yeah?

[He's not the world's biggest foodie, but he's into the idea.]

Like what?

[planetdialup]

Hmm...

I mean...we could wrap up what we'd like in a sandwich?

Or...sprinkle it with cinnamon and sugar and bake it to make it crispy?

[reargunner]

[Ponder!]

You're talking desserts? That's more my language.

[planetdialup]

Mmhmmm.

Really, I would love something sweet right now...

[reargunner]

Then what are we waiting for?

[planetdialup]

Nothing! Let's do it!

[reargunner]

[He moves to get up, offering her a hand even though she hardly needs it.]

Let's go.

[planetdialup]

[She doesn't, but she takes his hand anyway to hop lightly onto her feet.]

Right!

[It's cookie time!]