Movie Marathon!

[thefinaljedi]

Who: Luke Skywalker, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Arsene Lupin III, Ami Mizuno, Adele Leblanc, Leonardo, Gambit, and anyone else who has the desire to show up.
What: Star Wars Movie Marathon
When: February 21st to whenever its done
Where: Luke and Ben's place
Summary: Luke and Ben have decided to just end the constant cycle of confusion and actually WATCH the Star Wars movies. There is soda (gasp!) popcorn, canned tea, and all sorts of other movie related nonsense.
Rating: PG, same as the movies (Could get PG13? doubtful)

Comments

[kineticcajun]

[Lupin, this is your fellow thief giving your nacho platter a skeptical look.]

How much cheese did you put on this t'ing?

[redjacketthief]

[See that smile? You've invited some reckless humor on yourself, Gambit.]

...I'm French.

[kineticcajun]

[Eyeroll. But Gambit grins in return.]

I t'ink I'm losin' some faith in French cuisine, mon ami.

[redjacketthief]

I said I was French. I never claimed to be a chef.

[kineticcajun]

Good t'ing we got other snacks tonight, then, hein?

[redjacketthief]

[Implying that his attempt at actual cooking sucks. Be glad he didn't bring instant noodles and an electric kettle, Gambit.]

...you're not even going to give it a try, are you?

[kineticcajun]

[Gambit gives it a look. He's sure this is going to be terrible. But hey, if the nachos really suck, Lupin can pay for it in kinetic nacho explosion.

And so he'll carefully take one, eyeing it distrustfully, before eating it.]

...'Least it's spicy.

[redjacketthief]

[The thief is pouting now.] At least I tried, right?

If it's terrible, I think I still have a stash of rum in my room. That'll make it more interesting.

[kineticcajun]

[Gambit is completely immune to your pouting, Lupin.] You tried, I'll give you that.

Wit' all the other food we got here, I t'ink we'll be okay even wit'out the rum.

[redjacketthief]

That's not very encouraging...

Next time, I'll use ghost peppers. How does that sound?

[kineticcajun]

[Now you're getting a Look, Lupin.]

You gonna use ghost peppers, you gonna use 'em right. At leas' make 'em into a salsa.

[Not daunted by the thought of ghost peppers at all. Just daunted by the thought of not using them right. Yep.]

[redjacketthief]

[Have an arched eyebrow in return]

Guess pepper bombs won't meet your approval then, huh?

[kineticcajun]

[Amused snort.]

Remind me never to let you near any kitchen'a mine, mon ami.