paradisa | Comfort Food

[Finding his way to the dining hall, Rodney sits himself down at a random chair at the largest empty table he can find. For a minute he just sits there tapping his fingers on the table... thinking.

He's not tried this wishing thing yet. He's not really he's fully sure how it works, but if the Castle has already taken payment from him he's damn sure he's not going to waste it. And, he's a scientist after all. What good would he be if he didn't experiment.

With that he clears his throat and begins...]

I wish for ice cream sundae, make it caramel, no hot fudge and whip cream and a cherry. Or better yet, make the ice cream pistachio, hmmm or maybe Neapolitan would be better.

Better yet, a banana split with a scoop of vanilla, chocolate, and ... not strawberry, um... how about chocolate chip?

Oh, now you know what would be good, chocolate chip cookie dough! It's been like forever since...

[Suddenly the table began filling with the different ice cream treats that Rodney mentioned and some he only had thought about but hadn't yet said.]

Uh, oops?! I think I may have gone a bit overboard. If anyone cares for some ice cream...

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[He recognizes that voice... And, only one person has called him 'dude' since he arrived. There's a smile to his tone when he speaks even though there's not one on his face.] I'm still not a dude!

Tucker, wasn't it?

If you gotta dick, you're a dude, dude.

[Heh heh. Sup Rodney? It's your favorite foul-mouthed Private.] The one and the same. How is life treating you, Rodney? And where's this ice cream?

That's blatant. I'm afraid to ask what you call women!

I can't complain, well I can but you likely don't want to hear it!

[Rodney points to the spread on the table.] Apparently the wishing system is very precise.

Breasts. Women have breasts. Some guys have breasts, but women's are always nice.

...it would actually be kinda familiar.

[Tucker breathed in.] Aaawww yeah. I'm coming.

I'm sorry what?! You call women 'breasts'?! Every woman I know would seriously take offense to that. Some of them would even be prone to smack you over it!

What's that me complaining? In that case we are going to be very good friends!

Ye-eah, for me, that would be a day ending in ... like fucking day.

I have a feeling we are, dude.

[Locked to Tucker]

Oh hey! I found out there are one of those places in town!

Please tell me the next words out of your mouth are 'strip club'.

Don't have to be as you knew exactly what I was referring to!

Now the only question is - when are we going?

Soon! Name the day and I am there.

Is TODAY soon enough for you? Because TODAY Rodney. Absolutely today.

[Laughs.] Today it is then!

You are now nominated to from New Friend status to Definite Friend Status. Welcome to the Blue Team, dude.

Well, thank you!

[Now Rodney just has to keep himself there!]

Dude, you are totally welcome.

[Because let's face it, how awesome was it for strip clubs? Fucking always the awesome.]

[OOC: Interested in doing a log or post for our boys to head to the strip joint?

((ooc: Absolutely! I'm on hiatus until the 31st, will that be all right?))

(Definitely! We'll start it up after you return. :D)

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