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Olympics

Brandon had won so far. Mandy had felt bad for that poor French guy. He hadn't known what hit him. And then he'd beaten that fellow with the very pretty flag. And now here he was, up against a British guy. Home turf advantage, as it were, so the girls had just tried to be all the more supportive.

The Englishman was fast for such a big guy, and honestly, Mandy was having a hard time keeping track of who was winning.

Until it was clear that Brandon hadn't. Her heart sank a little for him. Still, Bronze was a lovely medal.

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Despite his protest, he sticks with just trusting the place isn't too greasy - and otherwise keeps it pretty simple. Two double burgers, cheese, onions, pickles, and condiments. He's had enough lettuce and tomatoes and other salad fixings for a while.

"Yeah." he agrees, after finishing the first huge mouthful. "This is the burger I've been dreaming about for weeks."

"Good," Mandy says over her rather veggieful cheeseburger. "You've earned it, both of you."

"All three of us." Liv grinned around a mouthful of burger and a smear of ketchup on her lip.

She laughed and grabbed a napkin to clean up and gave a thoughtful, as much as one could with a face full of hamburger, look to them.

"You know, I think we make a pretty good team. The three of us, I mean."

"I may be the one with the face that'll look like hamburger for a couple weeks... but I'd never have made it near here without both of you. You're damned right we make a good team."

Mandy giggled. "Yeah, I guess we do. So... next, you wanna help teach Brandon how to right his name on a chalkboard? If I can do it, he can."

"Not sure how much help I can be, but I'm willing ti try. Maybe it will help me understand how you guys work with the rings."

She was willing to try and overcome that fear, that sense of not being quite as good because she wasn't like them. I might not work, but she felt safe and comfortable with both of them, safe enough to try.

Brandon has always worked better with Liv around. She knows how to direct his focus, making the ring partway hers as far as he's concerned anyway. "Sounds good to me. Let's give it a couple days though. I'm ready to take a bit of a break from work in general."

"Oh yes. No rush. Let's take our time. Eat. Movie. And when I do go get that business done, you two should have some long conversations. Seriously Liv, long conversations, or I'm getting out the catalog benefitting disease eradication in Southeast Asia," she mutters, blushing. Yes, that's a bit embarrassing, and totally inappropriate for someone who might have dated Brandon to say to her in front of him, but if Liv could laugh about it, it'd be way better for her and Brandon's relationship in the long term.

"Well we can talk with you...oh. Right. Umm.." Liv cleared her throat and nodded silently. She took a giant bite of her burger to stop her from saying something stupid. Just a nod and the awkwardness of not knowing what she could even say back to that.

Brandon lifts a brow, then shrugs it off. He'll find out, he's sure. Right now, burgers are a good thing, yes.

"Cool," Mandy says, with the closest thing to a cruel smile she will ever unleash upon a close friend, and immediately goes back to eating chips. "The whole vinegar thing? Really works for me, I gotta say. The mayonaisse thing, too. There are more valid options for garnishing fried salted potatoes than are dreamt of in American philosophies."

"Still getting used to the chips versus fries thing, sometimes I forget the little cultural differences."

But just what the heck was that look about Mandy? Liv blinked and swallowed and tried not too think too much on it.

"Yeah, call me too-American, or whatever, but after trying the other options here, I think I'll stick with ketchup. I like the fri... chips, whatever though."

The look had simply been the assurance that she'd do it, and Liv had better not doubt her. Learn to communicate, or learn to .... well, to do other things. "That you are immutably American is totally not a surprise, Brandon. You're lucky you're not one of the civilized rings, where you'd've had to get used to a whole different planet's food."

"All I have to get used to is dad's chilli." Liv had gotten out of it lucky all things considered. Sure she didn't have the powers they had, but she had friends who did and she had her own talents. So all in all yeah, pretty damned lucky.

She beamed a giant smile, which seemed to come from nowhere, and devoured some fries.

"I could probably get used to alien food if I had to. Either than, or figure out how to bring burgers to distant peoples." he teases.

"And your dad's chili is good stuff. Especially when he really goes heavy on the hot."

And Mandy just chuckles a little, listening to them both.

"You always side with him on it, you realize this is the chilli that made Superman go red int he face, right?" Liv just stared at Brandon for a second before she shook her head.

"Mandy if you've never had the pleasure my dad makes possibly the world's most corrosive chilli. If you ever need to melt something or warm up after a cold day in space, let me know. He keeps tons of it in the freezer."

"Big blue may have the invulnerability and all, but he still has the total north-midwest spice tolerance. Your dad's chili is great stuff - manages to dial up the heat that much, while keeping it tasting like, you know, chili."

"I absolutely believe both of you. Clearly, Mr Quuens chili should be brought acrors the galaxy to comfort the disturbed and disturb the comfortable"

"I can tolerate it because of the Queen genes, and you B' have the Gardner hardheadedness which is pretty much impervious to most forms of attack and logic." Ok, so that was half a joke at least.

"You know, depending on who you ask that pretty much applies to everything about my dad." That was in response to Mandy, and that was sadly not a joke.

Brandon chuckles. "I... can't really argue that one." he replies, taking it in the spirit in which the comments about Gardners was intended. "Besides, my dad has wanted to get the recipe for a while, wants to do a 5-alarm chili burger with that, ghost pepper sauce and pepper jack. Your dad has kept his secrets where the chili is concerned though."

"Your dad's a fascinating person like that."

"Fascinating is something all our families have in common I think. Your dad is pretty out of the ordinary too." It was true, though they were different all 3 of them had quite out of the nor, families.

"That's also pretty hard to argue. Haven't heard from in a while - which Dad is fairly happy about, but I doubt a lot has changed."

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