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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

[hohosiscons]

[eyeing everything suspiciously]

Is it safe?

[ibedeadpeople]

No. This is all part of my elaborate plan to poison you and take all your stuff.

[pencilpremonition]

[peeking in]

Hey, smells good~.

[ibedeadpeople]

You think so? I tried really hard to do it like you showed me! Thanks, by the way.

[byallmeans]

You cooked?

[pencilpremonition]

No problem~! I bet it's great.

[I'm moving like I'm hiding injuries under my shirt, though.]

Got enough to share~?

[You may have noticed there was no free food at apartment H today, just an apologetic notice and an invitation to use their kitchen.]

[hohosiscons]

No touching my hairbands.

[hohosiscons]

Let's feed it to the annoying one so we can test if it's safe.

[byallmeans]

Nosy of you to notice.

[ibedeadpeople]

I'll make sure you're buried with them, I know they're special to you. Anyway, eat something!

[hohosiscons]

No way, I'm waiting for someone else to taste it first.

[byallmeans]

She can make her own food if she wants to eat.

[ibedeadpeople]

[indeed she did notice the notice, and by now is able to pick up people hiding injuries fairly well]

Yeah, there's plenty, if you don't mind the company.

Everything okay?

[ibedeadpeople]

It happens!

[pencilpremonition]

I'm the one that taught her how to make it, of course I'd be curious.

[hohosiscons]

Don't get me wrong, I agree with that.

But it's Maya's cooking.

[pencilpremonition]

Everything's great!

[At least I'm genuinely happy, despite being burned to a crisp.]

[ibedeadpeople]

It's fine, I've been practicing.

[presses a bowl of soup into his hands]

[byallmeans]

It's happened once. Ever.

[ibedeadpeople]

[...well, also fairly practiced at letting this kind of thing go]

If you say so. But if you ever need to talk about something...

[of_glory]

Do we have to?

[of_glory]

Don't stare at it too long you might make it mad.

[byallmeans]

...

[Remembering that soup. :x]

...fine. But only a little.

[ibedeadpeople]

And this is twice. And it's at least twice as better as last time. Smell how great it smells!

[ibedeadpeople]

You don't want to?