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Ru: (brightly) There we go. Okay--who wants to say Grace?
Fozzie: Do you mean the girl in Apartment 12?
Ru: What? Oh--no. I mean, um, return thanks before we eat.
Rizzo: Why do we have to return it? I didn't take it! (laughs hysterically at his own joke) What? Sheesh--tough crowd.
Fozzie: (whispering) Tell me about it.
(There is a commotion at the door kitchen door. Kermit arrives with Piggy in tow--literally. It is a very uncertain thing that he will actually be able to get her into the room because she is holding on to the doorframe, but eventually the slick satin of her gloves slides free and they come stumbling into the kitchen.)
Kermit: Piggy--Piggy! This is ridiculous! It's just Gonzo and Rizzo. You've eaten with them lots of times.
Piggy: Eaten with them--yes! But Moi is not going to live with them in the same apartment.
Kermit: Piggy--they're on the lease! There's nothing we can do about it--
Gonzo: (springing up from his chair) Wow! Miss Piggy, you look beautiful tonight. (He runs around and holds her chair for her with a flourish.) Allow me.
(Despite herself, Piggy is pleased.)
Piggy: How charming of vous. (Gonzo drops her napkin into her lap.) Um, yes, well, thank you, Gonzo.
Gonzo: Not at all. Here--let me pour you some sparkling grape juice.
(Less pleased by this turn of events is Kermit, who is rather the worse for wear from his scuffle getting Piggy into the room. He is happy that Piggy is getting satisfied, but not necessarily happy about how.)
Ru: Here, Piggy--let me fill up your plate. What kind of dressing would you like?
"Rizzo: High class and French, am I right? (He and Fozzie giggle, but Piggy quells it with a look.)
Piggy: Moi usually prefers--
(Kermit is suddenly at her elbow.)
Kermit: Roasted tomato and basic Italian? Right, Sweetheart?
Piggy: (smiling up at Kermit) Thank you, Kermie.
(Ru and Fozzie stare at each other. Fozzie mouths "Sweetheart?" Kermit is not above an affectionate moniker, but usually not at the dinner table and usually not in front of guests. Gonzo looks at Kermit assessingly.)
Ru: Does everybody have what they need?
Rizzo: Sure looks that way.
Ru: (more loudly) More mashed potatoes, Rizzo?
Rizzo: Don't mind if I do!
Piggy: (snapping) I mind, if you don't mind! It is impolite to reach across someone at the table.
Rizzo: Well, excuuuuuse me!
Fozzie: Well, we are sortof crowded....
Piggy: (giving Ru a sulky look) And who's fault is that?
Ru: Um, well, we were going to look for a bigger table, but the kitchen isn't any bigger, so we thought--
Gonzo: I kindof like the table like it is. It's, um, cozy-like. (He smiles at Piggy and Piggy jumps as though someone is playing footsie under the table with her, which is a very real possibility. She recovers her composure.)
Piggy: Oh! I mean, oh, um, yes, I suppose it is more cozy. (She smiles at Kermit beside her.) Don't you think it's cozy, Kermit?
Kermit: (not minding the table either) Um, yes. I think it is cozy compared to last year. (He gives Gonzo a look.) Maybe a little too cozy, but nice, you know.
Piggy: I know.
Fozzie: I know.
Rizzo: Oh, brudder, do I know!
Ru: (sighing) Yep. Cozy was just the word I was thinking. Save room for pie, everybody....
Fozzie: Do you mean the girl in Apartment 12?
Ru: What? Oh--no. I mean, um, return thanks before we eat.
Rizzo: Why do we have to return it? I didn't take it! (laughs hysterically at his own joke) What? Sheesh--tough crowd.
Fozzie: (whispering) Tell me about it.
(There is a commotion at the door kitchen door. Kermit arrives with Piggy in tow--literally. It is a very uncertain thing that he will actually be able to get her into the room because she is holding on to the doorframe, but eventually the slick satin of her gloves slides free and they come stumbling into the kitchen.)
Kermit: Piggy--Piggy! This is ridiculous! It's just Gonzo and Rizzo. You've eaten with them lots of times.
Piggy: Eaten with them--yes! But Moi is not going to live with them in the same apartment.
Kermit: Piggy--they're on the lease! There's nothing we can do about it--
Gonzo: (springing up from his chair) Wow! Miss Piggy, you look beautiful tonight. (He runs around and holds her chair for her with a flourish.) Allow me.
(Despite herself, Piggy is pleased.)
Piggy: How charming of vous. (Gonzo drops her napkin into her lap.) Um, yes, well, thank you, Gonzo.
Gonzo: Not at all. Here--let me pour you some sparkling grape juice.
(Less pleased by this turn of events is Kermit, who is rather the worse for wear from his scuffle getting Piggy into the room. He is happy that Piggy is getting satisfied, but not necessarily happy about how.)
Ru: Here, Piggy--let me fill up your plate. What kind of dressing would you like?
"Rizzo: High class and French, am I right? (He and Fozzie giggle, but Piggy quells it with a look.)
Piggy: Moi usually prefers--
(Kermit is suddenly at her elbow.)
Kermit: Roasted tomato and basic Italian? Right, Sweetheart?
Piggy: (smiling up at Kermit) Thank you, Kermie.
(Ru and Fozzie stare at each other. Fozzie mouths "Sweetheart?" Kermit is not above an affectionate moniker, but usually not at the dinner table and usually not in front of guests. Gonzo looks at Kermit assessingly.)
Ru: Does everybody have what they need?
Rizzo: Sure looks that way.
Ru: (more loudly) More mashed potatoes, Rizzo?
Rizzo: Don't mind if I do!
Piggy: (snapping) I mind, if you don't mind! It is impolite to reach across someone at the table.
Rizzo: Well, excuuuuuse me!
Fozzie: Well, we are sortof crowded....
Piggy: (giving Ru a sulky look) And who's fault is that?
Ru: Um, well, we were going to look for a bigger table, but the kitchen isn't any bigger, so we thought--
Gonzo: I kindof like the table like it is. It's, um, cozy-like. (He smiles at Piggy and Piggy jumps as though someone is playing footsie under the table with her, which is a very real possibility. She recovers her composure.)
Piggy: Oh! I mean, oh, um, yes, I suppose it is more cozy. (She smiles at Kermit beside her.) Don't you think it's cozy, Kermit?
Kermit: (not minding the table either) Um, yes. I think it is cozy compared to last year. (He gives Gonzo a look.) Maybe a little too cozy, but nice, you know.
Piggy: I know.
Fozzie: I know.
Rizzo: Oh, brudder, do I know!
Ru: (sighing) Yep. Cozy was just the word I was thinking. Save room for pie, everybody....
from the club, dejected over the end of the football game, knowing that it's the end of #Fifty-Tomb, Raven Louis's career. At least they gave it the ol' college try, not badly a loss like the blowout everybody predicted. Only thing to do now is throw myself into my work, either haunters or that last calendar oneshot, but I'm not feeling like either fright now. Would be nice to get some fic from my fave authors tonight, if they could get something posted. Oh well. 
) Robin...I need to be truthful. You were a cute little baby chick!
