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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

[dontloseyourhead]

Homemade cakes are much better than anything you get from a packet, I'll show you some time.

[And now that Becca has tasted the soup and lived, I am going to try the same.]

[ibedeadpeople]

I'd like that! I guess we should finally get an oven.

[it isn't amazing--it was meant to be a clear, hot and sour stiltwalker soup, but for some reason there's potatoes in there, making the broth gloopier than one might like--but it tastes okay?]

[dontloseyourhead]

[I can handle gloopiness]

Our furnishings are looking quite bare, aren't they?

[ibedeadpeople]

Yeah... Ashikawa and Aoi aren't much on nice things. But that doesn't mean the rest of us should have to suffer!

[dontloseyourhead]

We'll pick up the slack for them! An oven, some spoons, who knows, maybe even a couch.

[ibedeadpeople]

Yeah! Actually, I think the boys have a couch, but they aren't sharing.

[dontloseyourhead]

That's so sneaky of them.

[ibedeadpeople]

I know, right? We'll just have to get our own, better one.

[dontloseyourhead]

With extra cushions.

[ibedeadpeople]

The fluffier the better~