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They laughed and laughed and giggled and talked over clanking forks and crushed peanuts on the floor. Multiple conversations over the widest range of things. Meanwhile the birds sat over their heads watching with an air of southern royalty. They were all so colorful and lively, the people and the birds. This was more than a serving of dead ripened amphibians with savory seasoned souls. This was an awakening of the once wandering bits of ribbits and growls.

They had found their life's purpose as they comforted the rumbling tummies of their socially adept masters and mistresses. Worlds connected and their words intersected. The moments slipped by, they slipped with a furious intensity. Every subject discussed was something of importance, even if it was just for that moment.There was a quiet line of tension between a few or two. Who spoke of perhaps the most relevant things without ever dropping more than four words intentionally His eyes stared at her from across the table. They jumped over the fifty million sentences that were flowing over the plates and glasses and clanking forks.He watched her and I imagined in his imagination they were dancing above it all, she blushed for a second which actually lasted for a minute. Then returned to the more pressing matters of the momentThe proper pronunciation of Worcestershire sauce. (woo s-ter-sheer)