Lisa: <Wanders in> <looks around> <looks at keys in hand> <wanders over to door> <stares at door> <looks at keys> <looks at door> <unlocks and opens door> <peers in>
Rowlf: <sitting on floor with Swedish Chef, playing cards> <looks at door> <double-take> Well, look who's outta hibernation.
Chef: Shmer? <Looks at door> <rubs "eyes">
Lisa: <steps into room> I, um... <shifts weight> <looks at keys and holds them up> Forgot what this key opened, see, and uh...
Chef: De LEESA?
Lisa: Yeah... Hi guys.
Rowlf: Hi yourself, stranger.
Chef: <Shakes head> <stands up> De RUUUel Leesa?
Lisa: Yes, Chef, the real Lisa. I, um-
Chef: Ya ber sherm, der?
Lisa: Of course I'm sure. Who else would I be? Dorothy?
Rowlf: Dorothy the goldfish? Or the girl from Kansas?
Chef: <Skeptical> Shmer go feevor føød?
Lisa: Peanut butter.
Chef: Küløør?
Lisa: Red, blue, green, depending on my mood.
Chef: Møøvi de film?
Lisa: Don't have one, Chef, you-
Chef: Bøøk?
Lisa: Chef, it's ME, alright? And I don't HAVE a favorite book, and you KNOW that, and-
Chef: <Pokes Lisa's side>
Lisa: <Jumps> EEEEEEEY!
Rowlf: <clamps paws over ears> Yup, that's her alright!
Chef: Ya mehr de høømper schnümbner da shkoow ta bea?
Lisa: <Gasp> Chef! Watch your LANGUAGE!
Chef: Mehr de SHKOOW ta BEA?
Lisa: I- <rubs neck> I've- been busy, and-
Chef: Ya HUH. <Folds arms over chest>
Lisa: Chef...
Chef: Tüü de bøørze für de lüürgen Køøk un de døøg un de hoppity hop-
Lisa: <Hugs Chef> MISSED you, ya naggin' little gibberish cook.
Chef: <Squirmy> Shnüüüür ya düüduh...
Lisa: And you missed me, too...
Chef: Bar de NUR-
Lisa: Ya did too.
Chef: <Sigh> Ya, de müür...
Rowlf: Hey, didja miss me, too?
Lisa: You have no idea. <Pries away from Chef and plops down on the floor next to Rowlf> And boy, do I have an earful for you, when you got the time. <Hugs Rowlf>
Rowlf: Sorry. Too busy.
Lisa: <Scrunches face> <looks around> Hey, where's Robin?
Rowlf: Swamp.
Lisa: Ohh. ...So, um... what'd I miss?
Rowlf: How long since you've been here?
Lisa: ...Um... <squirms> A long time?
Chef: Schimpatembabür.
Rowlf: Oh yeah. Well, um... New dormers, Rocky Horror party-
Chef: MÜÜNDA pürtien parpür.
Rowlf: Holidays, birthdays-
Chef: Khüros, singaden...
Rowlf: Chef tryin' to cook Robin-
Lisa: WHAT?
Rowlf: Twice.
Lisa: CHEF!
Chef: <Retreats>
Lisa: WHY? You KNOW better!
Chef: Bur-
Rowlf: He served his time in the closet. Don't worry about that.
Lisa: Is ROBIN okay?
Rowlf: Course he is.
Lisa: Good.
Rowlf: So what's new on your end?
Lisa: <Shrug> Not much, um... My sister got engaged... I got a new dictionary... whole line of crushes...
Chef: Aww de nüüma Bøøvn.
Lisa: ...Ah- No, actually, NONE of them were named Ben.
Chef: Mm-hm. Køøssi?
Lisa: No.
Chef: Gürn.
Lisa: <Rolls eyes> Anyway, um... <Shrug> Pulled an awesome April Fool's gag-
Rowlf: We heard.
Lisa: That was fun.
Chef: <Shakes head>
Lisa: I think that's about it...
Rowlf: Mm. <Nods> So, you gonna stick around now? Maybe catch up over the weekend?
Lisa: ...Um, well... <clears throat>... I, uh- This weekend, I'm kind of, um...
Rowlf: <Looks at Lisa>
Chef: <Løøks at Lisa>
Lisa: <Squirms> ...Busy...
Chef: <Sighs> <shakes head>
Rowlf: Oh. Well, then, maybe we'll see you in another seven months.
Lisa: It won't be seven months...
Chef: Shnür de shnür du...
Rowlf: So what is it this time?
Chef: Stagen de shø?
Rowlf: Big paper?
Chef: Ya reeder?
Rowlf: Project?
Chef: Teyl de pin?
Rowlf: Family reunion?
Chef: Høøtena døat?
Lisa: Actually, um, uh, <mumbles something>
Rowlf: Beg pardon?
Lisa: <Mumbles something that sounds like "Mow are say class.">
Rowlf: A what kinda class?
Lisa: <Clears throat> A, um- Motorcycle- saftey- class.
Rowlf: <Double-take>
Chef: SHMERGLE?
Lisa: Oh come on! You CAN'T tell me you're surprised.
Chef: Yabben da kan!
Lisa: Okay, so you can. But I won't believe it.
Chef: Füne!
Lisa: Fine!
Rowlf: ...Motorcycle safety, huh?
Lisa: Yup.
Rowlf: So you'll have your license, when you're done?
Lisa: <GRINS> <Shrug> If I pass.
Rowlf: <Nods> ...Don't hurt yourself.
Lisa: Why not? It's a fairly common activity around here. ...Or did that change?
Rowlf: Nope. Gonzo still lives here.
Lisa: That's what I thought. ...I'll try not to get hurt, anyway.
Chef: Gürn.
Rowlf: Y'might talk to Piggy about riding.
Lisa: <Nods> I thought about it. She might have some good advice. So far I've figured out that if I wear my leather jacket when my parents AREN'T around, a lot more guys pay attention.
Chef: ...Ya nøøgen da vicey-tice gar de nøgen batürm.
Lisa: Oh, I know. But she could probably help with that advice, too.
Rowlf: ...<Shakes head>
Lisa: ...What?
Rowlf: ...Welcome back, Lisa.
Chef: Ya, de vilkom de ree de stur.
Lisa: Thanks, guys.
(OOC: ...So, does the fact that this is a REALLY big post make up for my extended absence?
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