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Take 1: Dinner Time

The crew had assembled, short of Opie and Karli who were currently fighting each other on who was getting to the table first. As the door flew open with Opie in the lead, a suddenly inanimate Karli waited for him to release the door before kicking it back at him full force, catching him from behind. Before Opie even had a chance to hit the floor, Karli leapt on him, grabbing the bottom of his sweater and pulling it up over his head; his wings protruding like a mad set of rabbit ears as he struggled to get to his feet and untangle himself.

Deliberately chosing Opie's seat, Karli swung a leg up and grabbed the back of the chair for leverage before coming to rest kneeling on the chair to arrive at a comfortable height with the gathered others. Swinging her plate at Opie with an agrivated expression, she growl at him in annoyance as she decided to ignore him and reached for the rolls halfway across the table.

Before she laid a finger on the rolls, her chin suddenly dropped, ricochetting off the table before the rest of her was yanked backwards, her platform removed. Screaming at Opie as the chair landed on him and Karli on the chair, she rolled to the side and to her feet, glaring at Opie as he pulled himself from beneath the chair and tore off full tilt towards the front door, Karli fast on his heels.

Struggling to open the door, he managed to slip outside just as she closed in on him and slammed the door in her face, hearing the satisfying thud he had anticipated immediately after. With a muffled growl the handle moved and he was off again, speeding down the street as Karli flung the door open and took up the chance again.

Wordlessly the others sat at the table eating while the entire episode transpired. Kicking the chair back onto it's feet as Jensen stood up to reach for the pitcher of water, Manx requested the rolls and granite took up his usual post underneath the table, waiting for any scraps that might be passed off to him.

"Should we go after them?" Manx asked, taking a few rolls and dropping the bowl back onto the table.

"They'll get along when they're hungry enough," Jensen replied non-chalantly, passing the pitcher off to Grimsby as he surveyed the food he hadn't put on his plate.

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