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Right. Strange as it sounds, I seem to have this truly unshakable inkling that I may, in fact, be some sort of cookware. And, given that you find a dear counselor- nay! A dear friend in such a state, it only seems fair that someone lend him a hand, aye? And I find myself a bit... peckish. Or. Peckish may not be the word. But I do find myself quite something. Er. Which is to say...
Does anyone have any bread?
((OOC: ITT, we are kitchen appliances. Do it.))
Does anyone have any bread?
((OOC: ITT, we are kitchen appliances. Do it.))