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[sosghosts]

[Action- 752 Partridge Drive ]

[It's Peter's birthday, and his creepy Drone-Wife has prepared him a cake. After coming home from work, she's placed a paper birthday hat on his head and invited him to the kitchen. He pauses momentarily to look at the hat in a nearby mirror and frowns at the red and blue balloons. He sighs heavily before following

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Neutron Diner

[drspengler]

[He's left Venkman sitting there a little longer than he said he would and when he finally enters the diner and comes over to sit with Venkman it's hard to tell if he feels badly or not.]

Sorry I'm late. Lab accident. [And he leaves it at that.]

[sosghosts]

That's not how this works, Egon.

[drspengler]

[Nods.] You're right. You're the psychologist. Tell me how it works.

[sosghosts]

If I tell you how it works I won't remain as much a mystery to you... will I?

Always keep 'em wanting more.

[drspengler]

[Amused smirk.]

What exactly am I wanting more of?

[sosghosts]

[He pointed at the other man's glass and grinned.]

Chocolate milkshake.

[drspengler]

[Can't help but grin and, maybe even a bit of a laugh.] Very impressive.

[Takes a sip of milkshake through the straw.] You're right again. I might have to order another.

[sosghosts]

Oh hey, that reminds me. I ran into your lady friend earlier... she mentioned cake.

[He's eating while saying this, crumbs being spit from his mouth as he talks.]

Not that it matters to me, but if you wanted to use me as an excuse...

[drspengler]

[Perks up noticeably at the mention of Ilsa and especially at the mention of her baking.]

I will definitely be using you as an excuse, Venkman. Her cooking should never be missed out on. [He says this fervently, as if it's some unwritten rule.]

[sosghosts]

You're welcome. [Said as he takes another bite out of his dinner.]