VidaliaCDC

*Apologizes for her evil twin*

We simply must try to instill manners in the girl.

*naughty comments from ConnorMuse*

Translation: Leave her alone she's dandy just the way she is .... heh heh heh .... he likes ... her flexibility ... naughty ConnorMuse!

MacNairCDC

"I didn't know you could bend like that!?"

"Just never mind that, Duncan, and help me get unstuck!"

"How did you get like this, Connor?"

"Quit jawing and HELP!"

�V�, wearing an evil grin

"Connor ... you said you wouldn't get stuck because you have no hiney!" V chided the elder Highlander wikkidly.

Duncan tugged at his kinsmen's arms to no avail. "Damn it, Connor, you're good and stuck!"

"I know that, Duncan! Use the head of yours for something besides a bandanna hanger and get me out of here."

"I have a suggestion�" V began.

"NO!" shouted Connor and Duncan in unison.

"But--"

MacNairCDC

"How about a healthy application of lard?" suggested MacNair.

"NO!" shouted back both Connor and Duncan.

"Butter flavored Crisco?"

"NO! We'd be getting Crisco out of the rug for years!"

Vidalia looked at MacNair. MacNair looked at Vidalia.

"The blender," said one.

"Indubitably," said the other.

"What the hell---?" demanded Connor.

"I'll cut; you puree," said MacNair.

"Roger that," said Vidalia, pattering off to the kitchen followed by MacNair.

"HEY?!" yelled Duncan. "Don't you be thinking that 'oh, well, he'll HEAL' stuff, d'you hear?"

"Relax, Duncan. We're making a mango puree to pour on him..." sallied a voice from the kitchen.

VidaliaCDC

*brrrrrrwingzzzz*

The mangoes looked so pretty while being mangled in the blender. Vidalia hummed to herself.

"Heads up, dearie," MacNair chimed out and Vidalia deftly twirled and caught the pared mango MacNair tossed in her direction.

"Nice catch," she chortled as the mango slipped out of Vidalia's hand and plopped mussily into the blender.

"Two points," Vidalia chirped.

"MACNAIR?!?!?!" Duncan's impatient voice called out.

"Whiney butt!" Vidalia yelled back.

"Yea, whiney butt keep your knickers on ..."

The clansins (Oh, yeah, we are SO clansins!) caught a fit of the giggles at MacNair's retort. They were a bit tipsy from the Merlot. Which was only logical as Merlot came right after Mangoes ... alphabetically of course.

MacNairCDC

"You know what the problem is with these mangos?" said MacNair.

"Hmmmm?" responded her compatriot.

"There's too much 'pit' in them. Lookit this mango--why, they're mostly pit instead of the goody!"

Vidalia got a dreamy look in her eyes while running the blender. "Not like our Highlander honeys, aye? They're mostly goody."

"WHAT'S TAKING SO LONG IN THERE? I'M GOING TO BE STUCK THIS WAY PERMANANT-LIKE EVEN WHEN I'M UNSTUCK!" came a wail from the living room.

Both clansibs leveled a look at the doorway. MacNair hefted two pits in one hand. "He's not mostly goody right now. I've a mind to chuck a pit at him!"

Vidalia rolled her eyes. "It's not worth the mess, sister M. They would just bounce off of him anyway, they're so gooey." *brrrrrrwingzzzz* went the blender.

"Right you are." MacNair put a few mango chunks to float in their drinks. "Mango merlot? Can't be bad if they both start with 'm', can they?"

VidaliaCDC (and MacNair refitting)

An impatient, irritated, and slightly annoyed Duncan entered the kitchen and glared balefully at the tipsy duo and their doubtful concoction. Vidalia and MacNair were waltzing arm in arm in the kitchen, each precariously toting one of MacNair�s LARGE wine glasses filled with Merlot and garnished with a fragrant mango slice, while the nearby blender whirred.

He interrupted their merrymaking to demand, �Are you sure this is going to work?�

MacNair with great finesse sat her large glass of Merlot down on a countertop and fixed the dark Highlander with a slightly offended look,

�Duncan, I assure you, I have only Connor�s best interests at heart!�

A very un-lady like snort erupted from Vidalia, "And see I even got out some straws!"

MacNairCDC

�Okay, I think it�s ready,� announced Vidalia. She was staring at the spatula stuck in the bowl of mango puree. It stood straight up like an ivory feather.

�Hmmm. You sure it doesn�t need a touch of � this?� MacNair poured something into the bowl and then stirred. The spatula stood upright just as before �but after about thirty seconds it s-l-o-w-l-y slumped to the side.

Vidalia stuck a finger in the bowl and tasted a dollop. �Oh! Well, THAT ought to get some action!�

�BAM!� laughed MacNair. �I thought we should kick it up a notch!�

�You�ve got to lay off that Emeril show, honey.� Vidalia bumped MacNair with one hip. �He�s starting to rub off on you.�

�Ugh.� MacNair made a face, then picked up the bowl of mango slush. �Let�s untie our pretzel Highlander, shall we?�

�Gladly!�

Both girls came through the door in unison�and stopped in their tracks. Luckily, the mango puree was solid enough that it only made a ripple along the top edge of the bowl and none of it slopped out. They blinked at the tableau.

�Ummm. I think we have an audience?� whispered one to the other.

�I do believe you are correct, girlfriend.�

Along the wall, against the doorway, leaning over the balcony rail, perched on the piano bench, cross-legged in a corner, and sitting on the stairway�the room was full of CDCers. Right in the middle was Connor, still bent in some insane Yoga position, and Duncan right beside him with an impatient frown on his face. The top of the mini orange tree jittled: a sure indication that k�lynn was one of the onlookers as well. Ennaj was also there, muttering to herself something about taking advantage of a Highlander while he couldn�t resist her. (As if Connor resisted anyone?)

�I think we�d better get this show started, don�t you?� said Vidalia.

�I think you are correct again, girlfriend.�

They approached the stuck Scot with their precious bowl.

�Tell me those mangoes weren�t in the kitchen refrigerator,� suddenly demanded Connor.

�Oh, they weren�t, honey,� murmured Vidalia.

*pour*

�AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!�

�They were out in the garage refrigerator.�

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