Title: Food and Talk
Rating: G
Summary: Mason doesn't understand girls.
Disclaimer: Don't own Dead Like Me.



“You’re an idiot,” George informs him.

Mason looks up from his waffles and blinks. “Okay?” he says, blankly.

“No, really,” she tells him seriously, “You’re a complete idiot. And pathetic, to boot.”

“Okay,” Mason repeats, wondering as if he is missing something important and feeling completely out of his league. He also feels sort of stung – he thought they’d had a sort of comadrie going on. One that didn’t involve randomly insulting one another.

His somewhat confused agreements doesn’t seem to be helping – in fact, they just seem to make her angry. “I’m not kidding,” George shouts at him.

Mason cowers slightly, and raises his hands in a placating manner. “Er,” he stammers, “O-okay.”

George nods sharply and then angrily sips her apple juice. Mason hadn’t even known it was possible to do that. The air between them seems to be stretched thin and the silence is killing him. George pokes at her scrambled eggs.

“Are you going to finish that?” Mason asks her.


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