DINNER: Space Stew!

[bewarethecyborg]

Well, looky here. There is no toddler-- for she is got the sniffles and keeping Mike away from his precious kitchen-- and no turtle. There is in fact a huge, Ursid cyborg working the kitchen. Yes, Mike's forbidden ambiguously gay affair is here. You know, the one with the arm that Mike wants to abscond with

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[isthatadisease]

Dinner is usually not dangerous, mostly in the fact that Vin keeps to himself, locked up in his room.

But he does go to pick up dinner!

There's no giant turtle in the room. No, it's a big man with cybernetic parts and --

Well, Vin's first impulse is to scream as loud as possible, even louder than usual!

[bewarethecyborg]

And Silver nearly drops the stew pot. "Wh' in the name of Flint's Trove?" Please do not be screaming at the cook!

[isthatadisease]

"AAAAAAAAHHHHHhhhhohhh hey you're not him!"

Vin isn't entirely sure he's relieved, but he'll take what he can get at this rate.

There's a lack of screaming now, but the pointy-eared engineer still seems quite suspicious!

[bewarethecyborg]

"I'm not who?" Slver asks, now looking fairly suspicious back.

[isthatadisease]

"The, uh. That. Um. Hey, what's for dinner?!"

Drastic subject change, go!

[bewarethecyborg]

"Stew," says Silver, but he is still eyeing Vin with confusion. He does not understand your strange, alien ways!

[isthatadisease]

YOU'RE the alien, you alien!

"Stew! Sounds, uh. Stew-ish. Boy oh boy!"

[bewarethecyborg]

Ahuh. Silver nods, gets him a bowl, and then goes back to tending the kitchen. Weird little alien.

[isthatadisease]

Vin is more than happy to take his stew and run the hell back to his room. And have another panic attack.

IN PRIVATE.