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Who: SPARKLES!!! AND ANYONE ELSE. Door is open.
When: Day 31, Evening(backdateeed)
Where: Apartment Sparkles
What: DELICIOUS FROGS

[ So if you're wandering by Apartment M tonight you smell multiple somethings that are really damn good. Most of it smells spicy but, details!

A girl seems to be finishing up the last of a lot of food. ]

...I just dedicate this to Hok, right? Um, that's how these work?

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A veritable rock in these changing times!

[Actually thinking about that for a minute, then keeping his tone airy]

Something like that.

Though speaking of anchors... [He springs up from the couch.] I can't insult our Natsume's cooking by ignoring it much longer.

It's really good... She's pretty amazing. We might not starve after all.

Nonsense, if it were left to just us, we certainly wouldn't starve.

Merely wished we could.

Okay, fine. But I've had enough lethal cooking for a lifetime. It's a nice change.

[Returning with a plate'o'frogs and flopping back down onto the couch.]

I really don't think eating is ever going to be boring, honestly.

It won't, at least if the food is good.

[Eying your plate]

... You might want to eat it slowly, though.

... It doesn't seem too hot.

[GIVING ONE A TRY.]

There's more than one kind of h-

[...POPCORN.GIF]

[NOPE, still delicious.]

[... Except the next expression is kind of ... confused, a little curious, but mostly confused. It's not exactly a TASTE so much as a bit of a bite to it.]

[OKAY NO HOLY SHIT.]

...

[Can't help you, curled up at the other end of the couch cracking up]

[NO HANG ON THIS IS GOING TO TAKE A SECOND AS THE FIRES COOL

.... and actually puts his finger in his mouth to make sure everything's STILL OKAY IN THERE.]

[Are you serious. M-managing through the laughter]

Prognosis is that you'll live.

Well yes. But honestly now.

Why would you DO that to food?

Spicy food is valued by many different cultures.

And I did try to warn you.

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No, I will have none of that logic here. I'm not done being offended.

[Withdrawing from his side of the couch so he can take the plate from you]

Shall we find you an alternative of some kind, then?

[No protests here.]

I'm not sure I want to stress my mouth any further, my dear.

Your mouth will be just fine in fifteen minutes, and then you'll be hungry.

That's a long time.

A mere pittance as far as one counts time.

[Making his way...kind of slowly and stiffly...back to the pot and dumping what's left on the plate back into it.]

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