Little Whispers

Tonight we had a plan. Had a good old natter with all the roomies in the loungeroom while watching the Simpsons. What a sweet moment? And in this moment TLR suggested that we all go for Chinese take out! I wholeheartedly agreed being neither a chef, nor one to turn down an easy meal. Spike also said he was in, but changed his mind a bit later. At about 5pm TLR asked me what time I wanted to go. Not wanting to feel like a nanna, I suggested we wait an hour and go then. She agreed and I went off to my room to work on some notes for uni.

At around 6.30 I wandered out to look for TLR, sure she'd be starving by now! Lo and behold when I trod upon the kitchen tiles she appeared standing before the stove, a potion brewing in her pot, flames gently licking over the sides of the steel. I opened my mouth to belay my concern:

Me: At which hour wouldst thee alight into the carriage to fetch provisions from the Chinamen?
Her: We're not going...? Spike didn't want to go any more.
Me: Oh..

Heh...so suddenly, even if I agree to something, if everyone else bails there's no point in her going just with me? Thanks, thanks a lot. Without another word, I retreated to my room, fetched my belongings and went to have Chinese with another friend instead. Didn't even say goodbye (yes, hypocritical considering that's one of the things I complain about her doing all the time).

A couple of hours later I came home. I could hear FF and TLR having some sort of tea-towel whipping contest in the kitchen so avoided the area in fear of being drawn into the ruckus! I must have arrived quietly, or perhaps they were making too much noise to notice, but from my room I could clearly hear them talking. About me. Bits of the conversation I missed but what was clear was:

FF: Hey, let's have some of this! (some sort of food in the fridge, I could hear the door being opened)
TLR: No, that's hers, I think. If you eat any of her food she'll bite your head off.
FF: *laughs* Haha I suppose so.
TLR: This one time......................and she went crazy.
FF: *continues laughing*

At this point I walked into the room and a very sudden silence hit. Both FF and TLR glanced at each other, guilty expressions on their face. Expressions betraying the fact that they had just been talking about me and knew that I'd heard. I filled up my water bottle at the sink, both of them still sitting in silence, and left the room. The moment I'd made it a few steps down the hall, frantic whispers broke out behind me. The weirdest thing is that I'm not even anal about my food. I don't mind if someone uses butter I bought, or cheese or salads! The only real concern would be eating meat...seeing as that is so ridiculously expensive. And it's not as if they would've picked up my uncooked steaks at 10pm and thought "yeah, let's cook this".


~C~