ITP: OMURICE

[grillitwithfire]

[Alas, the flaming jello has burned down the majority of tonight's dinner supplies! The mess hall has not run out completely, though, and so this young chef has prepared a big supply of omelet rice, Japanese dish of nostalgic love and simple ingredients.]

[He also appears to be humming under his breath.]

Omu, omu, omu, omuraisu~  ♪ Omelets and

Comments

[putyaswordson]

You're not going to light anything on fire, are you?

[grillitwithfire]

Of course not! There's been enough of that today.

[putyaswordson]

The criminal always returns to the scene of the crime. [Because they forgot their gun... or something.]

[grillitwithfire]

You're accusing the wrong person, Sir!

[putyaswordson]

Am I? You look clumsy.

[grillitwithfire]

It's the glasses, isn't it.

[putyaswordson]

... [yes.]

[grillitwithfire]

I'm only clumsy without them!!

[putyaswordson]

That seems pretty obvious. If you need glasses that thick, you probably can't see at all.

[grillitwithfire]

Nonetheless, I am not the culprit!

[putyaswordson]

Sure. May I have an omelet?

[grillitwithfire]

Coming up! Any particular wishes? [I will PROVE MY INNOCENCE with A GOOD MEAL]

[putyaswordson]

Do it the traditional way. I haven't eaten much today, so I should get my daily nutrients in.

[grillitwithfire]

A reasonable decision! [fffffffast forward to my handing you a plate.]

[putyaswordson]

Thanks. Do I owe you anything?

[uncaps his personal mayonnaise bottle, which he keeps hidden in his coat, and covers the poor meal in so much creamy cholesterol, it's like a heart attack on a plate]

[grillitwithfire]

NOT.. at all...