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[ibedeadpeople]

Who: Apartment O + you? door is open
When: Day 32, evening
Where: Apartment O
What: family dinner...?

[There is a stew bubbling happily over the fire; leaf "platters" and shish-kebabs(? something-chunks on sticks), salad, a somewhat overcooked stirfry, and a gourd filled with fruit chunks in milky liquid are arranged on the kitchen counter.]

Okay, guys, get it while it's hot!

Comments

[of_glory]

I don't hear anyone else complaining.

[ibedeadpeople]

Fine, fine. Just eat something, you're a growing boy and it's important to get your vitamins and minerals.

[ghostofthesparklelizards]

Well, just wanted to check. That's the only reason to say no to free food.

[ibedeadpeople]

Mmm, you can probably leave that to the rest of us. But I think those are the most delicious.

[liddellmisslost]

[nom nom nom but leaving the shish kebab alone]

The salad is quite good.

[byallmeans]

[Frrrrreezes for a second.]

[byallmeans]

[-before he recovers.]

Get out.

[ibedeadpeople]

[my hands remember her as somewhat less tiny :|a]

You're out late. Everything okay?

[liddellmisslost]

At least you can be assured it won't kill you.

[ibedeadpeople]

Yeah! It's fun to do it all together.

[byallmeans]

[Diving up the rest into eight equal portions, first. :|b]

I will. Give me a minute.

[pencilpremonition]

Tinkering with recipes is what makes new ones. Or what makes food for three serve eight.

[really purring over this salad god damn it man why didn't you give me more]

[liddellmisslost]

Perhaps we could arrange something in the next few days... I still hardly know how to cook, I should love to learn from everyone else.

[byallmeans]

I don't care what they think. I'm saying that it's a waste of space, a waste of effort, and you had to give them exactly what they wanted to get it.

[of_glory]

That does make me feel better.

[byallmeans]

[Serving out for eight portions... he makes an annoyed noise at your shish kebab and picks it off the plate, sticking it back in the fire uncooked side down.]

It's salad. You put it in a bowl.

[byallmeans]

And we must lie on the floor unable to move before we can crawl, apparently.

[of_glory]

[laughs] Not bad.

[trying some fruit? :U]

[of_glory]

I had to make a frog float. How is that hurting anyone? I didn't even hurt any frogs!

[byallmeans]

That I know how to do.

[Because you barged in and demanded food. :| makes an annoyed noise at that uneaten shish kebab and plucks it off your plate to stick it back in the fire uncooked side down.]

[byallmeans]

It's bending over for the things that brought us here to do just that. You don't see anything wrong with that?

[byallmeans]

She's finished now.

[oi_theoi]

Get out what?

[reaches into his pocket and pulls out a cigarette, a lighter, three rubber bands, some random small animal bones and a rock with eyes painted on it]

I have many things.

[ibedeadpeople]

Hot and sour stiltwalker stew, shish-kebabs, salad and fruit dessert. It's nothing special, but nothing awful.

[This is somewhat inaccurate; the stew has a flavor but was obviously meant to be soup and probably didn't need those potatoes; the kebabs are dubiously edible, much less tasty. that said, the salad and fruit are amazing. Incidentally the fruit seems to be soaked in zen gourd milk, if you recognize it]

[overclocking]

Ah... I think that's double from what I remember last, yeah.