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[theninquisition]

[Man the weather's nice down south. Link is outside at a picnic table or somewhere, reading from a cookbook. There are new copies of the same book stacked on the table near him.

Feel free to inquire about them. They appear to be written by hitler... a man with a distinguished mustache.]

((ooc: so yeah, I actually failed to sleep much before my

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[sillyrabitricks]

*crutches on over*

Oooooo.

[theninquisition]

Bookman Junior. Why are you hurt?

[sillyrabitricks]

Someone tried to kill me for the lulz.

[theninquisition]

Who, precisely? And I'm afraid I am not familiar with the term 'lulz.'

[but_a_wolf]

MUFFIN MAN!

[theninquisition]

What?

[but_a_wolf]

You bake, I thought muffin man was fitting.

[theninquisition]

My name is Howard Link, not 'muffin man.'

[negi_cure]

Ara ara, what's this~?

[theninquisition]

Ah, the books? It's the latest cookbook written by my superior. It seems Camp received a shipment for some reason.

[negi_cure]

Oh my, I didn't realize your superior was fond of cooking as well! How lucky~

[picking one up to flip through it]

[theninquisition]

Yes, I learned most of my pastry-making skills from him.

[Yeah there's probably a pic of Rouvelier with his o-so-pleasant smile in the inside cover or something.]

[soulbondage]

[holding out a pen and paper]

Can I have your autograph? Can I? I can, right? Sign here.

[theninquisition]

Pardon?

[soulbondage]

My name's Kagura, if you wanna personalize it!

[theninquisition]

My apologies, I believe there has been a misunderstanding. These weren't written by me.

[halfcocked]

[just grabs one and starts flipping through it]

[theninquisition]

[totally smacking your hand and taking the book away]

[halfcocked]

It's recipes!

[theninquisition]

They are. You don't have any particular use for them, I'm sure.