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Like bon apetit. French, you know? Anyway whatever. See you there!

[Tommy is in the middle of taking a nap when Boone comes in, but he's awoken by the sound of the door opening.]

Oh! Sweet! That's exactly what I like to hear. "Hey, I'm home. I got booze." Straight to the point.

[Tommy comes over and peers into the shopping bag. He's gonna drag out the suspense as long as possible.]

Yeah, I guess we ran kind of dry, didn't we? Just put it over there. What else you get?

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I got some of these cake things. Wasn't gonna, but then I figured I might as well.

[He really didn't need much convincing.]

Some cigarettes, too. So what did you want me for?

[Tommy has a shit-eating grin on his face as Boone says the magic words.]

Oh, it's nothing really. [He says, faux modestly] But I'm just gonna say, it'll be like a piece 'a you just came home. You know why? It's this!

[And with that cryptic message, he whips out his present from his pocket with a dramatic flourish. It's... ]

[It's Boone's teeth. The ones Tommy forgot he even had, found in his pocket the next morning, and freaked out about. Except they're strung together on a leather cord, making a little necklace out of them.]

[He shoves it closer into Boone's face, for his inspection.]

How about it, huh? You like it? I even got your name on the back. Wasn't quite enough space though. For all the letters. So I guess it's "Bone" now.

[His mouth had just about formed the word "what" when Tommy brandishes the necklace at him, and he blinks a couple of times before speaking.]

You... are those my teeth?

[They sure are. After a few moments, he reaches out to take it.]

You made me a necklace outta my teeth that say Bone on them.

[A long pause, and he finally puts it on.]

Sure, I like it.

[Put like that, it sounds incredibly stupid. But then again, it never really was supposed to be anything else. Tommy sticks his hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels through the long, delicious silence. He's got him now, pfft. Top that.]

[But wait, what? Boone says he likes it? No. That wasn't supposed to happen. He's supposed to say it's all gross an' stuff. Like when he'd poked that dead toad with Pat.]

Huh? [He says, somewhat dumbfoundedly. Then snaps out of it, and shakes his head.] No! What? You like it?

Yeah, I like it.

[He can't help but be amused at Tommy's reaction. Oh, now he gets it. He's not supposed to like it. Well, time to lay it on thick.]

Nice of you to spend time on something like this. Had forgotten all about the teeth, honestly. Thanks.

[For a second, Tommy is sorely tempted to break out into a refrain of Vader's famous 'noooo!'. But Boone wouldn't get it, and it would just be weird. So he just thinks it instead.]

C'mooooon. [He says with a groan as he pushes his cheeks with his hands.] Really? You're really gonna wear that thing? It's your own friggin' teeth man, that's kinda weird.

Yeah, it's kinda weird.

[He fiddles with one of the teeth as he speaks, mostly to gross Tommy out.]

Not gonna just throw it away though. I mean, I was gonna throw the teeth away, but now you sat down and made this for me. Might as well wear it, right? Besides, I think it suits me.

[Oh how the tables have turned.]

[He squints at Boone very suspiciously under his sunglasses. Argh. This is not the first time one of his half-baked, ill-thought out plans have backfired on him.]

Suits you. Yeah. Y'know, just in case you forget your name or somethin'. [Tommy gestures with his hands, twirling them around.] Just flip it round and check. "Nice to meet you, what's your name?" "Hold on, I need to look. Oh, it's Bone." Like one does.

Hey, I didn't write Bone on it. You did. I'd offer up another tooth so you could fix it, but since they're not falling out anymore that'd be kinda hard.

[He shrugs, letting his hands fall from the necklace.]

Anyway, thanks. Can't say anyone's ever made me a necklace before.

[He walks past Tommy and into the kitchen, busying himself with putting things away to give himself time to fix the smirk on his face. When he turns around again, it's more of an easy smile; something that he doesn't do very often. Even if Tommy's intentions were to gross him out, he does appreciate it anyway.]

Here, I got you some too. You kinda look like you need one.

[He holds out one of the cigarette packets he bought for Tommy.]

Yeah, yeah. Keep it up and we'll see about that tooth.

[Tommy grumbles, but he still grudgingly reaches over and plucks the cigarette pack from Boone's hands.]

Thanks. [The half-assed frown on his face melts away, too delighted by the purchase to keep it up. He shakes it, hearing the rattle.] I've been runnin' kinda low. An' I don't really like goin' to the store like this anyway. Makes a bit of a fuss.

[He opens up his own packet, handing Tommy a lighter from his pocket.]

You'd think they'd be used to it by now. Long as you're not hurting anyone, don't see why they'd have a problem with you.

[Sure, he looks horrifying, but looks aren't everything right?]

Well that's not so much the problem, which is what you'd think. The fuss is that everybody comes up to me an' just gets nosy all the time. What's this like, what's that like. Did it hurt, can you fly, yadda yadda. Worst part is the kids. Kids try to come up and pick up my feathers, and I ain't so good with 'em. Thanks. You mind uh...

[Tommy gestures at the lighter without taking it. Then he wiggles his three fingers demonstratively. He usually just does this over the burner, since lighters are too fiddly now.]

[He makes a face, before it quickly changes into realisation.]

Oh, whoops. Sorry.

[He's not used to handing lighters to birds with three fingers. He moves over to light the cigarette for him, then lights his own as he moves back and leans against the counter.]

Yeah, guess people get curious. Maybe next time stick a sign on your back. "Yeah I can fly, stop picking up my feathers".

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