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[fononfailure]

[ Today there's a replica attempting to cook something in the kitchen once again. The pungent smell of whatever had been in the stove a short time ago fills the room, along with a fair amount of smoke. Luke gives the charred but distinct fuzzy blue and white mass a poke with a fork, scowling. ]

Dammit. Still not right.

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[scionofhispower]

...

[fononfailure]

[ Pokepokepoke. ] Don't know how people manage this...

[scionofhispower]

Generally by not putting a stuffed toy into the oven.

[fononfailure]

[ Makes a face at him over her shoulder. ] It's not a toy.

[scarletmother]

...*coughs* L-Luke?

[fononfailure]

Mother..? [ Oh boy. ]

[scarletmother]

What-*coughs* What happened in here?

[fononfailure]

Um... Just experimenting. [ Waves some of the smoke away from her. ]

[unspokengrief]

You still need to get better.

[fononfailure]

That's what practice is for.

[unspokengrief]

But practice is better if it doesn't burn anything.

[fononfailure]

Any practice is better than none at all.

[wingedreplica]

[Leaning in the doorway.]

What did you do this time?

[fononfailure]

[ Looks over to her then back at the mess, frowning. ] Same thing I do every time.

[wingedreplica]

[walks over, peering over Luke's shoulder.]

You baked a cheagle?

[fononfailure]

[ Just.. looks at her. Then gives the lump a poke. It does look a lot like a cheagle. ]

[rendthescore]

...

[He stared at the charred blue and white mass. Upon squinting, Ion looks shocked, but he doesn't overreact.]

Luke, what have you done?

[fononfailure]

Hmm? What do you mean, Ion? [ Glances over at him, giving the lump another poke. ]

[rendthescore]

That. [He looks at the charred lump.]

I pray it's only a doll. I like cheagles...

[fononfailure]

Oh, no, it's not a doll. But it isn't a cheagle either. It's some kind of monster I came across earlier. [ Rolls the thing over to show him that it might have ears and coloring like a cheagle, but it's actually the head of a creepy-looking monster. ]