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Uhm... I'm sorry for trying to defend myself. *Smiles at her and then leaves.*
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*Having somehow not been fazed by the water, rolls his eyes, and declines the towel.* I'm good, thank you cher. *Smiles.* And, he was trying to smash an egg on my head for no reason. *Yawns and the water dissipates, then starts walking out of the holodeck.*
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Jean: I bet you get really cute when you're angry. *He smiles at her, joking.*
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Jean: She just likes you. She can be a real b*tch if you TRIBBLE her off. Rene, from the counter a whiles off: I heard that! Jean, cringing: Sh*t...
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Rene: Comin' right up, sister. *She walks away, smiling. Jean sighs and leans back.* Jean: You in a chocolate mood today?
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*Eggs hit Shadow, rose, and I, but due to extreme effort, Jade is saved.* TRIBBLE! *Grits his teeth and tries very hard not to disassemble Shadow to his base atoms.*
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*The egg then disappears again, disintegrating into it's base atoms.* Another spell.
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*The egg disappears.* Ha! Like my new chaotic field?
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Hah! So you do still have trycanophobia! *Sticks his tongue out at Shadow.* Anyway, yeah. What was the mad scientist thing you needed? *Looks at Jade.* Not particularly.
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Don't make me break out the needles again! *Points at Shadow threateningly.*
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*Comes from no where.* Did someone say 'goosestepping mad scientist'?
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OOC: Cry, whine, poo, annoying things really.
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OOC: They sure coo a lot. You should have a doctor check that out, they may think that they're birds.
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Rene: I don't care if you order alien stuff. That's just Maman. As she's fond of saying 'She's French, she'll cook French, not Vulcan, or Romulan, or Cardassian. Good, old, FRENCH! *She says French in a bad accent, and Jean-Luc rolls his eyes overdramatically.* Jean, in a bad accent: Sacreblou, Rene! You know how degrading…
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*He rolls his eyes.* Jean: 'Kay, Belle, what ever you say. *His mother comes back with the food.* Maman: Some croissants and a bowl of alien disgusting slop. Here you go! *She drops it on the table, and then Rene comes with some glasses as Maman walks away.* Rene: Well then, she's slightly peeved. *Rene smiles at Clara.*…
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Jean: You a health fanatic? *He raises an eyebrow at her.*
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Baroan: I just thought... You know, you seemed angry when I told you about it, and it didn't work out either... *He sighs, remembering the catastrophe.* Baroan: You were right, I'm sorry.
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Jean: Sorry. It sorta slipped my mind. *He smiles at her.* Jean: Uhm, why the soup?
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Maman: Plomeek soup? Jean: Croissant aux abricots, please. Maman: Alright. And you better teach your girl to order French food, 'cause this is the only time I'm making some alien stuff for her. *She walks off, and Jean sighs.*
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Okay, don't be long. *Kisses her.* Don't want you to tense up anymore than you already are. *Leaves.*
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Middle names! *rolls his eyes.* Anyway, you did say something about naming your daughter Misty when you were drunk. *Shrugs.* anyway, let's get going. I was thinking, we head to the room, I replicate some candles, a little romantic light, a nice massage table. *Gets closer and holds her.* And you give me a massage! *Smiles…
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I just like it. *Smiles.* It's cute. We should name our girl that. *Gets out of the hand stand and stands up, brushing himself down.*
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*Is doing a handstand for no reason.* Hi Ezri! *Smiles.*
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*Jean gets smacked.* Jean: OW! Maman: that's what you get! No inappropriate touching before you're married! And, if she gets pregnant, you have to marry her! Jean: MAMAN! PLEASE! *She smiles, then winks at Clara.* Maman: Anyway, what do you two darlings want to eat?
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Maman: He touch you anywhere, girl? I'll smack 'im if he did. *She seems to materialize a rolling pin from no where.* Jean: Eep!
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*Waits in the ready room, kicking up his feet.*
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*Smiles, then kisses her again.* Okay, cher. Thank you. *Heads off toward the ready room.*
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Ah, come on cher! Please? *Looks at her with puppydog eyes.*
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Shh. You just threw up, doesn't that mean that you can't go back to work for the rest of the day? *Raises his eyebrow and holds her closer.* Maybe you can get a sickday...
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Or... we could have a date night. *Checks the time.* Or day, or afternoon. *Shrugs.* Who cares, I just want to spend some time with you.