if i think i can figure things out, is that curiosity or arrogance?

"Nobody here ever will know, 'cept me," Kenzi returned, unfazed. Then threw a pillow at his head, to follow-up the doughnut. "I'll be sure and ask Tony to take his shirt off to show off, the next time I see him."

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"Carp... oh! Oh, ew." Topher gagged loudly, repulsed.

Once that display of maturity was over, he corrected her, "You mean pants. 'Cause... legs. Which might be weird."

But possibly dare-worthy!

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Peter dodged the pillow... let's say semi-successfully. That was a good estimation.

"Oh, so this was all about getting Tony's pants off," Peter said, "Now I'm getting it a little better."

And Kenzi was getting a pillow in the face, if his aim was true.

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Kenzi managed to dodge most of it, but the giggling meant Peter still caught the top of her head.

"Okaaaay, yes, much clearer now!" Heeee. Kenzi retrieved the pillow, grin on her face. "You're sneakier than I gave you credit for, Topher."

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Topher tugged a pillow off the bed to throw at Kenzi, but it sadly hit the ground several feet in front of her.

"Shut up," he mumbled.

Try not to call him on that teensy blush, guys.

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"Oh god, are you blushing?" Peter chortled.

Sorry, Topher. He was a horrible friend.

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"Awwwwwww," Kenzi teased. Then picked up the pillow and threw it at Topher. And threw the other one back at Peter. "That is adorable!"

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The pillow hit his head and Topher decided this situation could be resolved by holding it up to his face.

"NoI'mnot," he mumbled.

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"What was that?" Peter asked. "I can't hear you." This time, he... managed to once again sort of not entirely successfully dodge that pillow. Stupid not being the Wiggin with the panther reflexes.

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Kenzi flopped down, giggling, and dug into the food again. "Whatever. Crush all you want, Topher. Just don't get your hopes up too far." Getting crushed for a crush was no fun. She threw a banana at him. No symbolism. Nope.

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"Can we just -- talk about something else? Please?"

The blush had intensified, see.

"Like Peter! And how learning to get rid of a crowd of zombies will help him in his everyday life!"

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Peter rolled his eyes. "Even if I did encounter zombies, in some fluke of Fandom," he said, "The video game won't help me. The month I spent taking that class on how to fend off the zombie apocalypse on the other hand..."

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"Was that any help at all?" Kenzi asked, pulling out fries now, and dipping them in ranch dressing. "I've gotten pretty good with guns now. We won't have to hide, next time." It might still be smart, but they wouldn't have to.

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"But remember when I infected your room with the rock poison and you were all scared that you'd die and stuff?" Topher pointed out, gesturing to the screen energetically. "This game! Super helpful!"

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"No," Peter told Topher firmly, because that was stupid logic. "And great job reminding me about that, by the way." He glanced at Kenzi. "I, on the other hand, am now a star with a shovel. The dignified man's weapon."

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Kenzi hooted, and asked, "So you're okay to dig your own grave? Pfftt." She shook her head, nibbling again. "Knives, at least, man. Kate's shown me a couple things with swords, I'm gonna work my way up."

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Topher's eyes went huge.

"Kate?!"

Whoooole different Kate, kid.

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"You vastly underestimate the power of the shovel," Peter said. He was used to Topher's dramatic outbursts right now, so he ignored it. "Try hitting someone in the face with one next time."

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"You are so going to need a bodyguard, the second you get any kind of public outfit job," Kenzi said in resignation. "I'll be interviewing them." She looked over at Topher. "Let me guess, she hit you?"

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