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“So long story short–”
“You can’t say that after a twenty minute explanation.”
“-we couldn’t have fit any more in if we’d tried!”
Jeff looked mildly skeptical as he swigged some beer. “But how did Abed even get the clear toaster? They don’t sell anything like that at the Bed, Bath, and Beyond here.”
Britta peered over the rim of her bottle at Jeff with a smirk. “What exactly is beyond the bed and bath?”
“Clearly not clear toasters!”
“Jeff, listen, you’re missing the whole point of this story. Annie fit twenty Bagel Bites into just one side! I took some really fantastic pictures of them as they were cooking,” Britta gushed.
“You’re girl-crush boner is showing,” Jeff said.
“Said the guy who made out with her as a teenager,” Britta responded.
“Said the girl who made out with her as a twenty-one year old,” Jeff said casually.
“Said the – wait, she told you?”
“Ah-ha! Called it! God I’m good,” Jeff sang as he dodged a flying cashew. “Pierce wanted to put a bet on how long it would take you to turn Annie into a lesbian after moving into the apartment with them.”
“And you went along with that?” Britta cried out in a rage.
“No! Geez. Calm down, you spaz. I just meant I knew this would happen. It’s cool though. Really. And hot. Mildly upsetting, granted, but mostly hot.”
Britta studied Jeff intently with a firm glare to judge his honesty. As tempted as she was to yell at him about objectifying her and Annie, she refrained. Seemingly pleased, Britta leaned back in her chair.
There was a comfortable pause.
“Troy fit twenty four into the other side of the toaster.”
Jeff leaned forward in interest and asked, “Do you have the pictures?”
“They’re still in the darkroom but they’re developed. Oh, speaking of, will you help me take the darkroom down before they get home and need to use the bathroom?”
“Yeah, sure. Hey, so, how many boxes of Bagel Bites do those guys go through in a week? I have a bet going with Shirley.”