Keep Meg & Amy From Cooking Party

[kitchen_maid]

There are streamers over the door and glitter is flung generously (if randomly) about over countertops. (To be on the safe side, the girls have used edible glitter, like that on the cookies they handed out as invitations.)

There are large signs posted above the stoves and ovens with picture of Meg and Amy and the words "NOT ALLOWED" in large and bright red letters below them.

It can only mean one thing.

There's a party in the kitchen, and someone has got to keep these girls from cooking.

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[dead_hooker_2]

"Oh, Paris. J'adore Paris. It's the place to go, for shopping, you know."

Trina makes a mental note to talk to Nick about hopping over to France soon.

[balletrat]

Bien sur, *Meg agrees, brightening.

Trina's just gone up several more points in her book.*

The place for everything, really - fashion and food, anything you care to name -

[dead_hooker_2]

Well, Trina's pronunciation is weak, and her French is more for show than fluency, but c'est la vie, n'est pas?

"And wine," says Trina. "But don't tell my boyfriend. His father owns a vineyard in Napa, and for some unknown reason the wine sells incredibly well. It's not bad, just not . . . good. But California doesn't do wine the way France does."

[balletrat]

*Meg shakes her head, sadly.*

I don't have anything against California, *she agrees.* I mean, my boyfriend's from there too, it's just - it's not the same at all.

[dead_hooker_2]

"Oh, well," says Trina. "At least it's not England."

She looks at Meg, curious.

"Where in California is he from?"

You never know who knows who. And it's all about who know who.

[balletrat]

Anything's better than England.

Er - a place called Sunny Vale, *Meg says, wisely,* but, er, it kind of sank into the ground under demonic attack.

So you might not have been there.

[dead_hooker_2]

No, but she's seen the show. Her eyes widen a little.

"Nope, never been there," she says, casually. "What's his name?"

[balletrat]

*Cheerfully oblivious:* Andrew Wells. Why, d'you know people from there?

[dead_hooker_2]

"Not personally, I don't think. It's a big state."

She can't remember which one Andrew is. She didn't watch it that regularly.

[balletrat]

- yeah, geography isn't my strong point, *Meg says, a little sheepishly.*

[dead_hooker_2]

"Oh, it's not mine either, really," says Trina. "That's what OnStar is for."

A grin.

"Besides, you know Paris. What else could you need to know?"

[balletrat]

Nothing, really, *Meg agrees, chin high, and laughs.*

I mean. If you could be in Paris, who'd want to be anywhere else?

*There's the slightest emphasis on 'could' - but nothing really to pay attention to.*

[dead_hooker_2]

"The English," says Trina. "But they're insane. I think it's the food."

[balletrat]

*Meg giggles.*

- yeah, I'd go insane if I had to eat 'Spotted Dick' all the time, too, *she agrees.*

Literally, even, *she adds, brightly.* 'cause, you know, syphilis -

*Meg thinks she is terribly clever. It is tragic, really.*

[dead_hooker_2]

Trina likes Meg. Trina remembers Meg's name, so we can accept this as fact.

Which is why she doesn't say any of the things she'd have said to almost anyone else making that pun.

"Well, I think I suddenly see why you get along with Logan."

[balletrat]

English isn't my first language, *Meg says, cheerfully unmoved by this condemnation.* I'm just proud of myself for being able to pun at all.

[dead_hooker_2]

"Oh, absolutement," says Trina. "More than I could do in French."

[balletrat]

Hardly anyone around here speaks French, really, *Meg admits.* It's sort of English-by-necessity.