HufflepuffMeg: Hello there, Mr. Goyle. *quite cheerful*
goyle g: ...hello. *a little startled*
HufflepuffMeg: How are you on this fine day?
goyle g: Me? *blinks* Er. Okay, I guess. You?
HufflepuffMeg: Quite well.  *grins*
HufflepuffMeg: What kind of hobby did you want, anyway?
goyle g: That so? *blinks again* Any particular reason?
goyle g: Oh.. um. I don't know.
goyle g: Something that occupies time?
HufflepuffMeg: *chuckles*  I'm. Well, I'm not inclined to be unhappy, really.  I'm too 
intrinsically optemistic and cheerful. *shrugs*  
HufflepuffMeg: You could knit?
goyle g: *blinks yet again at "intrinsically"* Well, lucky you.
goyle g: And... knit?
goyle g: *pictures Crabbe's mocking, and weighs it against having something to do*
goyle g: ... you never know, I guess.
HufflepuffMeg: Yes!  It's a great hobby.  Takes up time and has actual results!  Plus, you get to 
carry around long sharp pointy objects and no one asks.
HufflepuffMeg: If the Charming Mr. Crabbe mocks you, you could always poke his eye out.
HufflepuffMeg: *grins*
goyle g: ...hmm. *smiles slightly* Tempting.
goyle g: Do you knit?
HufflepuffMeg: Not at all. *chipper*
goyle g: *laughs*
HufflepuffMeg: *sizes you up*  You know, I do believe you are quite below average, at this moment.  
You haven't insulted me once in this entire conversation. *cheeky*
goyle g: That so? *thinks for a minute, then raises his eyebrows slightly in suprise* ...amazing. 
I'm afraid I may have actually gotten to where I'm too lazy to insult you.
HufflepuffMeg: *laughs* Perhaps you need more exercise?
goyle g: Exercise? *feigns curiosity* What's that?
HufflepuffMeg: *patient* You know--jumping jacks, running in place, buying expensive pieces of 
machinery that you'll never use.
goyle g: I think the stairs in this bloody place more than take care of that sort of 
thing.
HufflepuffMeg: Clearly, not enough for you.
HufflepuffMeg: ...pudgy. *grins*
goyle g: *sighs, exasperated* Isn't it obvious that my muscles are just taking a nap right now?
HufflepuffMeg: Oh, right. *nods, cheerfully mocking*  They're stealth mucles, hidden away under a 
layer of flab.
goyle g: Exactly. And can you believe you're the first person to realize that? *shakes head, 
disgusted* People these days.
HufflepuffMeg: *pokes you*  I'm sure you're just big-boned. *grins*
goyle g: *is actually startled again by being poked, and a few seconds pass before he can talk 
again* Uhm. Quite right. *counts off on his fingers* I'm also barrel chested, and a growing boy.
HufflepuffMeg: And a big piece of candy.  Can't forget that bit.
goyle g: ...
HufflepuffMeg: *smiles*
goyle g: I'm still completely baffled by that one.
HufflepuffMeg: ((brb))
goyle g: ((*nods*))
HufflepuffMeg: You look like you'd be all crunchy, but you're really not. *nods*
goyle g: *blink, blink-blink* Crunchy?
HufflepuffMeg: Yes.
goyle g: (("I was thinking it would be more dark and crunchy." "Like Coco Puffs?"))
HufflepuffMeg: ((ahahaha! what's that from?))
HufflepuffMeg: You seem like you'd be a nut, but you're more like a candy.
goyle g: ((A friend said the first, about an RPG od their's, and that was my reply. Apparently, it 
was amusing. ^^; ))
HufflepuffMeg: ((heee. ^^))
goyle g: Well, I'm likely nut-ters, though I doubt I'm fruity.
HufflepuffMeg: Who said anything about fruit? *grins*
goyle g: Er. Well, nobody until now. *laughs* Well, I still don't think I'm a.. "piece of candy", 
but I can keep an open mind about it. 'Sides, how many nut-like people are there? I don't think 
there's a lot.
HufflepuffMeg: The Charming Mr. Crabbe's rather nutty.
goyle g: *grins* That so?
HufflepuffMeg: Crunchy all the way through! *proclaims*
goyle g: *shakes head* Then, how do you explain the whole Weasley... mess, I guess, that he's 
gotten mixed up in?
HufflepuffMeg: You'd have to be fruity to not love Ginny. *cheeky grin*
goyle g: *laughs*
HufflepuffMeg: Besides which, the Weasleys are a tasty bunch.  Flavorfull.
goyle g: You have meta.. *pause* Metaphors, for everything, do you?
HufflepuffMeg: Just as you are a deliberate and perhaps slightly crunchy-on-the-outside candy. 
*grins*
goyle g: *quizzical look* What are you, then?
HufflepuffMeg: I am a Pink Marshmallow Peep.
goyle g: *...stares*
goyle g: ...oh. How... odd, of you.
HufflepuffMeg: ...Really?
goyle g: Well, wouldn't it be difficult to be a marshmallow peep? Everybody seems to wants to poke 
them, or bite their heads off.
HufflepuffMeg: Hm.  True.  But, they're soft and sweet and cuddly, as far as candy goes.
goyle g: ...oh. *shrugs* Well, I can't say I'd argue with that, 's far as I know, anyway.
HufflepuffMeg: *considers* Though, I could always be a red bean mochi dumpling.
goyle g: ...oh? *blinks* What the bloody hell's that?
HufflepuffMeg: It's... Japanese, I think.  It's this rice-flour thing filled with sweet red bean 
paste and it's quite delicious.
goyle g: Really? Hrmm. Well then, another thing to have to try some day.
HufflepuffMeg: *nods*
HufflepuffMeg: *curious* You don't metaphor people?
goyle g: ...no, not really. Maybe it's because I don't know that much about people. They can be 
awfully unpredictable.
HufflepuffMeg: I think most people can be surprising, but people are habit-driven, usually, so...
goyle g: *shrugs* I wouldn't know.
HufflepuffMeg: I understand. You do, after all, have to exert a lot of energy to keep those 
muscles hidden.
goyle g: *grins* Of course.
HufflepuffMeg: So you're forgiven for being oblivious. *g*
goyle g: Oh, lucky me.
HufflepuffMeg: Yes, yes you are. *smiles*
goyle g: *derisive snort* Oh? Why's that? Simply because I'm forgiven for being oblivious?
HufflepuffMeg: Clearly it's because you're spending time with me, my dear Mr. Goyle. *still 
smiling*
goyle g: ...
goyle g: ...hmm.
goyle g: ....*sighs, exasperated, and smiles at her wryly*
HufflepuffMeg: *grins outright*
goyle g: ...I still hate you, by the way. *obviously lying*
HufflepuffMeg: Oh, of course. That's the arrangement, isn't it?
goyle g: ...erk.
HufflepuffMeg: *quirks an eyebrow* Erk?
goyle g: ...yes?
HufflepuffMeg: What kind of noise is that? *curious, amused*
goyle g: One you use when your brain turns into pudding?
HufflepuffMeg: ...*reproachful* You didn't tell me you were a pudding.
goyle g: *chiding* Well, I wasn't until just recently, so it's news to me too. Any grand metaphors 
on what type of pudding it is?
HufflepuffMeg: Well, I'm assuming chocolate, but you might make a nice tapioca.
goyle g: Wouldn't know. 's pretty hard to tell, brain-pudding being pretty damnable well hidden 
and all.
HufflepuffMeg: Hm. *considers*  Almost definitely tapioca, then.
HufflepuffMeg: It's a closer match to the color, at any rate. *sly grin*
goyle g: Well, I've been told I'm full of crap, so I wouldn't be too sure about color.
goyle g: *bland smile*
HufflepuffMeg: *bursts out laughing*
HufflepuffMeg: I'm sure they meant to say that you were full of stealth muscle. *still chuckling*
goyle g: *sheepish grin*
HufflepuffMeg: Well, as much as I have enjoyed our encounter, I must be off. *grins*
goyle g: *nods* Certainly.
HufflepuffMeg: Goodnight!
goyle g: G'night.