Hopeless-Savage-Parker Apartment, New York, Saturday

[swerval_zero]

It was a lazy day in New York, and Zero was debating what to do with herself now that she'd finished all of her summer classes. She kind of wanted ice cream, but that would require working up the energy to actually leave the apartment, and right now lazing on the couch and messing around with, variously, her cell phone and her guitar seemed to be about her speed for the day.

Her life was so fascinating, really.

((Open to phone calls, texts, e-mails, and that dude that lives in the apartment.))

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[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"Should I get anything for Fish," Peter asked, thinking himself to be oh so clever.

[swerval_zero]

"Iunno. I have no idea if birds can eat dairy," Zero admitted. "Am I a bad pet owner?"

[peter--parker.livejournal.com]

"I don't think so," Peter said. "It's not really something that comes up usually."

"Okay, ice cream for the people, seed for the bird? Back in a few?"

[swerval_zero]

"You are the best boyfriend ever," Zero informed him. "Or, actually, maybe I should withhold judgment until you get back with the ice cream."