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[gone_byebye]

The door, as is usual, opens on an alleyway in New York City. Overhead the sky is grey. The air is unseasonably warm; Ray wrinkles his nose. "It'd be nice if the planet could remember that this is November," he says. "Okay, Matilda. This is where I came in."

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[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"Charming. Yes, I think you may've mentioned him before. It must have somehow slipped my mind."

She tilts her head.

"So. Food?"

[gone_byebye]

"Food," Ray says. "Pizza sound reasonable? We can usually distract the spud by ordering a sacrificial pie."

[precocioustilda.livejournal.com]

"Pizza sounds entirely reasonable!"

Matilda lived off waffles for several months straight. The concept of nutrition is one with which she is extremely well acquainted, but only in the most theoretical of senses.

Also the idea of sacrificial pie makes her giggle.