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“Yup, and that’s why I’ll be taking you for a picnic once it becomes all sunny and warm.” He decides without asking her-- of course, if she doesn’t wanna go, he’d probably get off her back but, PICNIC. “Of course! It’s not much of a work. And my hot chocolate game is strong. Ready to get your palate blown.” He loves cooking for others, from full, well-prepared meal to simple snacks. He’d be happy to impress people and make them happy through cooking. “Alright, I’mma change my schedule and invade your work at lunch! Too late to back out! I mean, pigs! They are delicious but also so darn cute.”

"Oh, shit,"

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“And the ‘you look good’ and ‘we should get together sometimes.’ Now that’s just a lie.” He agrees, letting out a sigh. “Anyways, I’ve got my mad ninja skillz so,” he crosses his fingers, “hopefully I can survive this city without ex walking up on me.” He grins, “Yeaaaaaah, don’t even try. I don’t mess around in a hide-and-seek.”

"Oh, shit,"

“Ah, an ex encounter.” Jonah nodded and tapped his fingers on the table, “I know what you mean, that can be brutal. Especially with the awkward ‘how have you been’ conversations.” Jonah laughed a bit and shook his head, “Judging by your display right there, I’m sure I can’t.”

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“It can.” He insists, “Picnic is the greatest thing ever.” There is odd sort of conviction in his words. Of course, Hugh is a devout believer of picnic. “Yeah! Red pepper. Dried one. It gives it really rich but spicy feelings. Like, it’s a hot choco but it’s really... refreshing and has neat aftertaste. I’ll make you one the next time.” He promises with a happy grin. “Really? Huh, didn’t know that. Can they learn tricks?” He gets slightly disappointed by her answer, but Button is still a good name. “Well, that’s cute too, I suppose... Oh! Hey, can I go see Button?”

"Oh, shit,"

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Hugh scratches the back of his head awkwardly. He appreciates Karmen dropping it, though he feels sort of sorry for being closed-off. “Yeah, but, picnic.” He talks like picnic is the only thing that matters. “I do agree on hot chocolate part though-- hey, did you know you can put some red pepper in it and it gets really awesome?” He basically radiates of smile as he goes, “Awww,” he looks at the pictures and her, “man, you’ve got the coolest job! A pig? You can train a pig? Oh my god, is the name Babe? Oh, oh, is it Wilbur? Please tell me it’s something along that line/”

"Oh, shit,"

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Hugh does hope he doesn’t have to deal with that again. He would probably say something stupid and make things weird. “Yeah.. No one likes awkward ex encounter.” He buries himself down to the soft chair. “Hide and seek, man, was my favorite as a kid. I still love it. You can’t beat me in that.”

"Oh, shit,"

Jonah laughed and nodded his head, “Well it worked, to say the least.” He said before bringing his coffee to his lips. “Hopefully you won’t have to deal with that again then.” He took a sip of his drink and then set it down again. “I’m never that quick at hiding. I usually just… pretend they can’t see me.”

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Hugh: did someone say

Hugh: [sends a picture of harp]

Asher: lol

Asher: i'm deleting you from my phone you ASS

Asher: can i use that harp to throw at her

Hugh: no ur not

Hugh: u luv me

Hugh: and no you may not. but you should try something that stains. like salsa.

Hugh: do you need support food

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His laugh dies down. “...right,” nods him. He is not a big fan of talking about his relationships, or any other personal matter. He prides himself on his good listening skills but that’s it. He never talks about anything too personal, ever so evasive. “Mm, thanks... I suppose.” The truth was that Tim dumped him. So it’s not like he had a saying in it. Luckily, the topic is changed and he perks up. “Winter is good too, but y’know, you can’t go picnic in the winter. Oh, puppies! I love puppies. Do you have any picture? Can I see?”

"Oh, shit,"

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M&m cookies

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“Oh, awesome. That means it can’t get worse from here!” Even with his casual laugh, Hugh is obviously uncomfortable. Awkwardness oozes out of his expression when she asks who the man was. “Uhhhhmmm, my ex,” murmurs him quickly under his breath as he sits down on the chair. He sips his coffee while searching for place to look at than Karmen. “So! Weather! Weather’s surely nice these days. Think it’s finally spring.”

"Oh, shit,"

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“Yes, because your name is really easy to remember, Pokemon master don’t-oven.” He is quick to come up with a ridiculous way to remember Ash’s name, mainly because he can. Messing with people is fun. “You sure can! It’s not a rocket science. You just gotta keep on movin’. And ironically, stay away from drugs,” smirks him with his chin held up high. “Noblest creature in the world, baby. Promoting awesomeness and rainbows everywhere I go.” He raises a brow at Asher’s not-so-happy expression. Putting his tongue between the teeth, Hugh hums lightly. “Well, that’s just a ballpark number, man. I’m no good at math but if you narrow it down to people at your age who live in USA, speak English and as such, it should be better odds.” He gives a shrug of the shoulders. “I dunno, man. I’m more of a ‘whatever will be, will be’ believer. If it’s meant to be, it’ll work itself out.”

Asher can’t help but chuckle lightly at Hugh’s statement — it was endearing in a way. "Thanks, bud. Nice to know my friends’ll always remember my name." He gives a nonchalant shrug. "Maybe I’d just like to get high. One day. Maybe. Probably not because being in peak condition is the number one factor to being a broadway performer." Nodding his head, he snorts loudly. "Oh god, you are like a unicorn. Puke up hearts and fart out rainbows. I see it. I totally see it.” Frowning, he looks down at his coffee mug. 7 billion? How the hell would he ever find The One out of SEVEN BILLION? "Not promising. 7 billion to 1. The odds are never in my favor. Hey. My life is like the Hunger Games, but more like the Dating Games — fight to the death for the one who’s going to change your life!”

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Rubbing his face, Hugh makes a weird, incoherent noise. Crisis averted-- he is not equipped to deal with post break-up awkwardness. “Thanks.” He gets up from the floor only to flop down on the chair. He allows himself to let out a sigh, then reverts to his usual cheerful self. “I’ve been honing my stealth skills to avoid awkward situations and steal foods,” jokes him.

"Oh, shit,"

Jonah was pretty surprised at the sight of the man hiding behind the chair. He looked to and fro what he seemed to be looking at only to realise that he was probably avoiding someone. With a slight chuckle, Jonah watched the whole display and then shook his head, “No judgement. Just quiet curiosity.” He laughed a bit, “I think we’ve all been there before man, good on you for not getting caught.”

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Asher: Oh shit, I'm at the grocery store and I'm staring at my ex

Asher: U know the ex that said i had her baby

Asher: AND IT WASN'T

Asher: I THINK SHE'S WITH HER BABY DADDY I WANNA THROW A DORITOS CHIP AT HER. AND HIM.

Asher: SOS SEND HALP

Hugh: did someone say

Hugh: [sends a picture of harp]

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"Oh, shit,"

Hugh abruptly drops down and attempts to hide behind the chair. The reason why is that. his ex-boyfriend Tim just walked into the cafe. He stays quiet for minutes, waits until the ex takes the coffee and leaves. Hugh steals a peek at the door, then realizes the look on the other's. "...Please don't judge me." 

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"Yeah, of course. That's what they are for?" He chuckles softly with her enthusiasm. "That's because you guys don't. But really, don't worry about it. It's no biggie." He waves his hand reassuring her. It's not like it's going to get him into trouble. "That probably violates tons of health code, I believe. You can't eat those, right? They taste nasty." How does he know that? Because he tasted it. He tastes everything, most of time. "Well, someone's gotta fight off the germs. Go team sanitizer!" Grinning, he hands her the bag.

"Sorry, we're out of cupcakes."

"Flu shots help prevent it!" Sophie pointed out rather enthusiastically, as she was a very strong supporter of vaccinations of all kinds. "Eighteen? You sure? I don’t mind paying full price, I feel like I never do." She laughed, shrugging slightly. "Another reason I couldn’t own a bakery. I’d end up sanitizing the dough, too. It’s not, technically, but I keep it as clean as possible. I’ve got Clorox wipe dispensers in every corner and enough mini-hand sanitizers to go around."

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"Nah, you're still good, don't worry. Beside, I'm a sucker for competitions." shrugs him. "But you are paying the bills. That's really cool." He speaks with honesty, not just a flattery. It's a remarkable thing that people can do what he can't, or that they can do anything at all. He can see brilliance in everyone. "I'll get a fire extinguisher just in case." He chimes in with his usual playful manner. "Yup. Like it's never late for breakfast food and no such thing as ugly baby. Those are like the law of physics. Gravity, and whatnot." He believes in simple rules of life. And those rules keep him happy and jolly. Nodding with the wide grin on his face, he starts to pack everything-- puts the cookie in a white paper bag, a muffin in a plastic bag then ties it with a yellow ribbon, a slice of rich black gateau au chocolat in a cake box. Then he prepares the pie. he takes a slice and places it on a dish with simple design, with a folk and napkins. "Hey, you know what goes great with chocolate? Milk tea," suggests him. "Fancy a cuppa?"

"Sorry, we're out of cupcakes."

She chuckled together with him, shrugging a bit. “What can I say? Journalism is a really bad influence on me. I used to be such a good girl and look at me now - all sneaky and the likes.” By the end of her words, she could barely refrain from laughing again. “Aah, I wish writing was that easy”, she remarked, trying to put a joking ring to it. “You need to be good at it for it to pay the bills, you see. But I do promise to try cooking on my own sometimes. Fingers crossed I don’t end up setting a fire”, she explained simply with a small smile. It was in fact quite likelt for her to set a fire for real with her omnipresent and utter lack of focus.

A nother smile appeared on her lips when he praised his own work. It was plain to see how keen he was on it and Sarah admired that sort of passion that a lot. “No such thing as too much chocolate. that’s a myth”, she stated with a theatrical nod, then shrugged at his next question. “Well, I suppose I could stay here for a bit. Can you pack everything but the pie, please? I won’t be able to eat it all at one go.”

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"Right. That. I want a lightsaber-- though I've never watched the movie." He scratches the sideburn, shrugging. He probably should try it, see what the talk is all about. He snaps out of the distracted state as the onions become golden and caramelized-- which makes everything better. He throws in the chopped vegetables. He couldn't find any meat but, this will do. Hugh turns to the doctor who's supposed to be good at all the health stuff, and gives him a look. "Vitamins are good but they don't give you energy! And no, factory made calorie bars don't count. Y'know what's the secret of healthy life? Eat homemade stuff. Ordering foods sometimes is okay but, you need home cooked meal." He says that rather firmly. His father has a tendency to lean toward microwavable products. "Aaaand, that's what I'm here for. For comic relief and promotion of healthy meals." He declares as he dices the tomatoes and adds them in the pot.

"It’s called a lightsaber, Hugh," Griffin says, shaking his head with faux-disappointment. Star Wars was something Griffin grew up watching with his siblings. Religiously, every Christmas eve is spent in front of the telly, watching the older trilogy. Resting his chin on the back of the couch, Griffin watched while Hugh cooked, chopping onions from what he could see. Normally, Griffin too, would have opted for a meal he cooked with his own hands, but the shifts he’d been working were so long and so exhausting that he honestly couldn’t bring up the motivation to swing by the grocery store, let alone bring up the patience to cook and wait for a meal to be ready and consumable. "Yeah, yeah, I know, Hugh," Griffin nods, trying to dismiss his chiding comment, "I mean — I still eat fruit every day. Still gettin’ my vitamins," he said, as if he was waiting to receive a medal or award for that.

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Hugh blinks obliviously. "...I have no idea who they are. But I guess it don't matter, 'cause I know your name." With a cheeky grin, he gives the other a shrug. "Beats me. I'm not really here or there when it comes to being grounded. I'm just floatin' in the air, flops down on the floor time to time." Not exactly living with a road map, is his point. "I know I'm fantastic. I'm like a unicorn. You can be the cap'n, though. I'll stay in the kitchen, cooking something nasty." He presses his lips together before reaching to his latte and taking a sip of the lukewarm foam. It's good to have an afternoon off and chat with friends. Well, a self-decided one. The business was slow and the cashier can manage the counter. "It's not broken. It's just, yeah, cheesy. But I'm just bad at all those... pick-up lines and flirting and all. It's weird for me. If it works for you, man, I'm sure someone in 7 billions would feel the same way too."

"I long for the day I am a ‘classic’," he murmurs mostly to himself. "That will be the day where I’m looked at with wide eyes, where my name will be among stars such as Nathan Lane, Julie Andrews, and Harvey Fierstein… one day.” Sighing dreamily, he rolls his head towards his friend and pouts a bit. "But everything looks lovely up here. And you’d think the service would be great — it’s not. What’s the point of being so high up?” Chuckling, he waves his hand in the air and places the hat back onto his head. "Of course I’d be jealous, look at you. You’re fantastic." Grinning, he raises a brow and takes in a slow breath. "Hmm. Thing is though, Huey, that I like the cheesy lines. If I want someone to be with me, I want them to laugh at them as they come in. My sense of humor’s broken, they say, but I think it just takes a certain fella or gal or appreciate it, y’know?"