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Movie Marathon!

Who: Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Arsene Lupin III, Ami Mizuno, Adele Leblanc, Leonardo, Gambit, and anyone else who has the desire to show up.
What: Star Wars Movie Marathon
When: February 21st to whenever its done
Where: Luke and Ben's place
Summary: Luke and Ben have decided to just end the constant cycle of confusion and actually WATCH the Star Wars movies. There is soda (gasp!) popcorn, canned tea, and all sorts of other movie related nonsense.
Rating: PG, same as the movies (Could get PG13? doubtful)

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When I took my medication? It makes me a little. Off. If I'm not that high.

[She blinks and looks up at him, puzzled. Ah, that must have been- well it wasn't that uncommon an nickname for a child, true, but she'd picked it because. Well. Red Cabbage, purple armor. She shrugs, smooths her hair out of her eyes and steps off to the side so Remy won't drop his dish.]

...Is that Jambalaya?

[It's more or less that Tante Mattie has probably called him absolutely any odd nickname in English or French at some point in his life. And so, he just grins at her, albeit it's a little uncertain at first. Hugs and affectionate outpourings make him fidgety.]

Oui. I figured if anyone was too hungry for jus' snacks, it might come in handy. 'Cause I know some popcorn ain't gonna fill me up, for one.

I brought beignets. [She huffs a soft laugh and pats his back, looking over to the array of snack foods. She was a little less jittery, now, and a great deal less somber. She didn't have the mind to be frustrated or anything other than mildly fuzzy and a little over talkative.]

Helios made them- well. He made me help, and I swear they're edible. They even taste like they should, and I had one over an hour ago and haven't died. So they're the first thing I've helped make that hasn't made someone ill.

Beignets? [Adele, you are the greatest person. Ever. If there is one thing Gambit actually can't make, it's beignets, and it bothers the hell out of him. Mattie tried to teach him. Credit where it's due. But it never stuck.

And so, he's laughing and smiling at that description.]

Glad they're not makin' you hurt, 'cause I'd be eatin' 'em anyway.

When I was talking Ben down from his caffeine high he mentioned a fondness for Danish, I explained that while Danish are lovely Beignets are truly a superior pastry, and sought to prove my point tonight. I think between the two of us we should have a convert to the wonders of Cajun cooking soon enough, yes?

[And that smile, that made her relax. Last week, in a word, sucked. But this one? Looked to be survivable. Oh. Wait. Oh hell.]

...Have you? Met Ben, that is. [Say no. Please say no. Say you have mentioned nothing.]

Doc, I can convert anyone to the wonders of Cajun cookin'. But those beignets'll make it go a lot faster.

[And oh, she's asking now. Wolfish smile. He hasn't said a damn thing (yet), but that doesn't mean he won't let her think he may have.]

Met him on my way in.

Of that, I have no doubt Chou-chou. [A half smirk before she blinks at his grin. That. That is a smile she knows well.]

Merde- What did you say? You said something. Or implied something. Or gave a- a- a significant look and I do not know why you and Lupin think anything of it- [She covers her mouth with a hand to silence herself and instead, glares.]

[These eyes, they are lighting up with amusement. Perhaps literally. That wolfish grin stays perfectly in place, widening ever-so-slightly as she charges on and just makes it all that much more incriminating.]

T'ink anythin' of what? Y'know, doc, ain't nothin' to be ashamed of.

...I am going to shave you in your sleep Rems. [She mumbles into her palm, massaging her face.]

He is a friend. Just a friend. Just as you are to me, so is he. [Because, well, Jedi, and damn her inability to filter anything right now. She'd thought this odd attraction would lessen after that night with the fruit, but. The more she worked it out the harder it was to logic her way around it. In the end she'll just blame hormones. A week spent in bed, more or less, after years of celibacy? Yes, she's hormonal. That's all it was.]

[The amusement only sparks even more at the threat of shaving - how many times have Tante Mattie, Mercy, and Bella threatened that same thing? - but he's still not laughing. Somehow. The grin still isn't going anywhere, though.]

'Course he is. Never said he wasn't. You, on the other hand...

Choose your words carefully. [Her eyes narrow. Despite the muzziness in her system, her inability to keep to one train of thought for too long, in this she is utterly serious.]

Or I will shave your eyebrows as well as your goatee.

[He holds up his free hand in a sign of surrender, although that grin still hasn't gone anywhere.]

I didn't say anythin'. Easy, there. I like my eyebrows.

[It's. Really hard not to laugh when saying that.]

[Adele spends one more moment looking up at him seriously before sighing and shaking her head.]

I will never live this down, will I?

Prob'ly not. [And he's sure there will only be more kindling to add to the fire later.]

I'm sure you'll get me back soon 'nough, though.

Shave. Eyebrows. In your sleep.

[She quirks one of her own up at him before snorting.]

An' what if I jus' don't sleep?

Everyone sleeps eventually Rems.

[Okay, now she's transcended the threat levels of Tante Mattie and Mercy and crossed right into Bella territory because he's starting to think she might actually do it.

But this is what we have Cajun agility for.]

Okay, okay. I'll be good.

[She huffs a soft laugh.] No, no you won't. But. I don't mind. It has been too long since I've had a surrogate younger brother to tease and threaten.

[Surrogate younger brother, huh. He's not too sure what to make of that. True, she's like something of an older sister already, but... well, family matters have never been simple with him. Yes, he got along well enough with Mercy, who was really the only older sister figure he's ever had, but it's all so damn complicated.

So. Brushing past it for now.]

You got me. Prob'ly won't. But I'll lay off for a few minutes, at leas'.

One of the movies, just. Try to let it be for one of the movies.

[They really should pick out seats or something. Especially with everyone that's wandered in while she was talking to Remy.]

[Ah, but Adele, this Cajun is remarkably bad at sitting still for long. Staying quiet for one movie may very well just end in worse backlash of teasing.]

One of the movies. You got it.

[You never said which one of the movies.]

...you are not allowed to sit next to me. [Because she just knows that Remy will do something. Or say something. Or just. Poke her in her ribs until she can't breathe for laughing anymore.]

Non? Doc, you wound me.

[He'll find a way to nettle you even if he's not sitting right next to you. There's always a way.]

Not if you are going to smile like that. Even Henri smiles like that, and that smile? Is a harbinger of mortification.

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