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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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[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.]

[negi_cure]

. . . Did you just sparkle?

[pauses when she catches sight of the photo, smile twitching for a split second, and then quickly flips past to the recipes]

[theninquisition]

Sparkle, Miss Naba?

[negi_cure]

. . .

It must have been a trick of the light.

[theninquisition]

If you believe so.

[The recipes are good, btw, and also seem to make rather large portions since everyone in dgrayland eats a lot]

[negi_cure]

Of course. You're the last person who'd be caught sparkling, aren't you?

[theninquisition]

To be honest I'm not certain what you mean. Michael has also said this too me.

[negi_cure]

. . . He has?

[theninquisition]

Yes. But I'm sure it's nothing.

[negi_cure]

Of course!

Ara ara, what kind of man is your superior?

[theninquisition]

Dedicated and decisive. He believes in victory through firm action.

[negi_cure]

He sounds like a good man.