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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?

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[madasahero]

[Noooo, leave me alone to my angst. ;O; ]

...Hopefully, I will be able to offer the same hospitality you offered me.

[sharksong]

I don't think you'll have a problem with that.

[madasahero]

You have too much faith on me.

[sharksong]

I did know a you.

[madasahero]

...Who was mostly likely a much better person.

Still, I am truly thankful.

[sharksong]

No, I think the goodness is something pretty basic to you.

[madasahero]

...

[What do I even say to that.]

[sharksong]

[you say thank you '-']

[madasahero]

[B-but I am a despicable person who killed millions. '-']

...You are really too kind.

[sharksong]

And you're too humble.

[madasahero]

[Polite, apologetic smile]