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[sharksong]

Who: People!
When: Day 19, Evening
Where: In and around Apt L (the door is open!)
What: Dinner!

[Something smells delicious over in apartment L. There are a several plates broad leaves lined up on the counter, each piled high with still steaming lizagon meat and various sauces (sweet and sour, sweet and spicy, spicy).]

. . . Do you think we made too much?

Comments

[vulpine_hijinx]

[oh hay it's Allen--

... wait.




processing that you are not a reflection...]

[allmadeofstars]

. . . hi.

[vulpine_hijinx]

... hi.

--hungry?

[allmadeofstars]

Ah. Well . . . yes . . .

[vulpine_hijinx]

Think there's enough to share if the cooks okay it.