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[pureandtrue]

Quick and simple for now. Run into him wherever. Save his butt from something. Need the handyman extraordinaire to fix something for you. Share a cup of tea. Shoot some hoops. Text him on his brand-new Android - it's 2011, he's addicted to Candy Crush. Do some meditating. Go for a hike. Whatever floats your boat. He's chill. I'll make this whole journal fancy later.

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[whatfeelsright]

Oh. [ She almost looks sheepish. Almost. ] I didn't think you could recycle stuff that had food on it still.

[ Not that it'd had much food left on it, of course. As for how she pulled that off... The pizza box seems like it was very much ripped into small strips and bits to get it to fit down there. ]

I get that. I'm honestly impressive. [ She smirks. ]

[pureandtrue]

Pizza boxes are kind of an exception to the rule, because some heathens like to leave the cheese where it was graciously deposited for the tenacious.

[aha. strips. well, that's better than what he expected: flagrant misuse of roller derby muscles to crush the box into an accordion small enough to fit in the hole. he goes for his pliers, and is sure to make sure the disposal is OFF first. and unplugged. disposals are vicious, bloodthirsty beasts, and he's got a couple of scars on his fingers to prove it]

And yes. You sho' are, girl.

[whatfeelsright]

Huh. Got it.

[ She will likely forget it, of course, but for now. ]

Yeah! See? You get it!