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[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

[Sits at her desk on the plane, wearing reading glasses, eating pie, and filling in paperwork. Sulking a teensy bit.]

Mum saved the world. I can't believe it. Actually, I can't believe Tony helped. My mum and a toddler did my job for me, because I was too busy being unconscious after eating a poisoned sandwich.

...that's just embarrassing.

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[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I was just sleepy.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . So you're denying the involvement of a bad sandwich.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I have no clue what you're talking about.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . I'm sure you don't.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Nope, nothing.

[Sticks the dvd into her computer to change the subject] It might take a while to search through the footage.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

[leaning over the desk.] Oi, don't go and try to change the subject. Tell me what happened.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

What happened when?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

With you. And spoiled foods.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

The last spoiled food I ate? I think it was curry, four months ago.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Is that including poisoned?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Poisoned what?

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Food.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

Nasty stuff, poisoned food.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Personal experience?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I got food poisoning at a restaurant with Mum once, when I was ten.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

And nothing more recent than that?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I think you've started hearing things.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

. . . I really don't understand why you keep doing this. Honestly. Really don't. Beyond my comprehension. And that's saying something.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I've got no clue what you're talking about.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Oh, I'm sure you do.

Because every single time you get yourself into trouble, you mention it in passing and then pretend that I must be daft enough not to catch it, or that I'm stupid enough to let you convince me nothing happened.

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

I don't think you're daft. Or stupid. So it's neither of those things.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

So what is it, then? D'you think I'm thick? Simple? Gullible?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

No, 'course not.

[doctorate.livejournal.com]

Are you going to tell me the truth any time soon, then?

[dameluckypants.livejournal.com]

You already know the truth, so I dunno why I would.