Peepers: [was in the navigation room, plotting the map for the planets he had surveyed]
Hater & Sylvia: (enter the room)
Peepers: [turns at the sound of the door sliding open] Oh, hey, Lord Hater, sir [sees Sylvia behind him] Hey, zbornak
Hater: What do you have to report, C Peeps?
Peepers: I've surveyed some honeymoon spots as u requested. I've narrowed it dwn to three [prompted the map to show on the screen] There's Nexus 5.0, a tropical planet; Damasca 9.7, a winterwonderland type of planet; n finally Begus 6, the sister planet of Louvre, the planet where u had tht fake date with the zbornak there [stifled a laugh] All the specs r there, u can look thru it together with the furball urself
Hater: Mhm.
Sylvia: (breathes in)... I'll be ready to go when the time comes, Pipsqueak.
Peepers: [blinked] Umm, I, uh, excuse me, sir [leads Sylvia out of the room to let Hater deal with the honeymoon choice] Ur reli ready? For sure?
Sylvia: I'm serious about this, yes.
Peepers: [smiled] Tht's good. Technically I just got bk frm survey, bt we can go whenevr u feel like it
Sylvia: (nod)
Peepers: So, wat say u? Wen would u like to go?
Sylvia: Maybe later this afternoon?
Peepers: (nod) Sounds good. Gimme a chance to take a little breather. Join me for lunch? Ahem, I mean, tht is, if ur free [blushed a little as he looked away]
Sylvia: Heh, sure. (blushes a little also)
[The couple made their way to the ship cafeteria, where Peepers ordered his usual lunch of the day]
Peepers: [sits at the table munching his lunch] Mmm, Long John sub. My favourite
Sylvia: :) Glad they could whip up a little jellyfish pie. (takes a few bites) ^^
Peepers: Ur favourite, huh? Lord Hater prefers triple-pickled pie himself, n he could only get the best ones in that one planet he n ur furball ran into
Sylvia: Mhm. (takes a forkful)...You wanna taste?
Peepers: U sure? I don't wanna intrude...
Sylvia: No, I don't mind, rly.
Peepers: [wasn't sure whether he was supposed to lean forward to be fed or use his own fork to take a scoop frm her, n just stared at the pie stupidly]
Sylvia: (moves it a little towards him) Here.
Peepers: [blinked as he saw the fork moved closer to him, then blushed n leaned in to be fed]
Sylvia: (feeds him the bit of pie)
Peepers: [ate it, chewing a little] Hmm, slightly tangy n chewy, but not too bad. Tho I heard ur furball is not a fan of it
Sylvia: He prefers his pickle pie, that's all.
Peepers: [nodded, then held up his sub] Wanna try mine?
Sylvia: Hmm...:) Sure. (leans in a little)
Peepers: [hands one end of the sub towards her] Hope u like it spicy. Its fire onions, ice lettuce, BBQ yolk ham with ketchup n spicy mustard
Sylvia: (takes a small bite, chews a bit)... >< Woo, little spicy. But it's got nice flavor. (takes sip of water)
Peepers: Heh, sorry ^^;; I tend to prefer rich or strong flavours, or anything with a bit of kick to it
Sylvia: (has cooled the spice down in her mouth) I figured.
Peepers: Some ppl joked tht it might've contributed to my fiery attitude [scratched his chin sheepishly]
Sylvia: Heh, I see. (looks away a little, face a bit flushed)
Peepers: [blushed as well n tries to finish his sub]
Sylvia: (gets back to finishing her piece of pie)
Peepers: So... any plans on wat to do wen we see ur girl?
Sylvia: I'm just...hoping it goes well...
Peepers: I'm sure it'll will at least be civil
Sylvia: If you say so, Pipsqueak.
Peepers: [nodded] So did I miss anything while I was gone?
Sylvia: (tells him some stuff)
Peepers: Ooh, nice. The babies hv finally opened their eyes, huh. That's good news
Sylvia: (nod) Yup.
Peepers: I suppose nxt thing we knw they'll be running ard n we'll hv to chase after them all ovr the ship
Sylvia: Heh yeah as well as our own kid... (realizes what she just said) O_O I MEAN...!
Peepers: O_O Whut...? [was shocked speechless at wat he just heard]
Sylvia: ^^;; N-n-nothing! Forget I said anything!
Peepers: Rrrrright... Sure... [tries to finish his sub quickly, his face beet red]
Sylvia: (eats her pie quickly)
Peepers: [lets out a small burp as he was done] So, uh, we ready to go?
Sylvia: (swallows last of her pie) Yup, let's go.
Peepers: [finished his drink n got up] I'll get the ship ready
Sylvia: You do that.
Peepers: [nodded] Meet me at the ship port in 10 mins
Sylvia: Gotcha. (nod)
[10 mins later, Peepers was all ready with the ship]
Peepers: [making last min adjustments to the navigation system]
Sylvia: (arrives on the scene)
Peepers: [heard her footsteps] Issat u, zbornak?
Sylvia: Yup.
Peepers: Just a sec, need to calibrate this, aaaaand... Done [looks up to see her] All set?
Sylvia: Yeah, ready to go.
Peepers: Cool, hop in [got to the driver seat]
Sylvia: (climbs on ship)
Peepers: Just need to set the coordinates aaaand... [clicks a few buttons here n there] Right, all set. Let's go [starts the ship n flew out]
Sylvia: (thinks; Hope this turns out well...)
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