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[theninquisition]

[After dinner is finished in the mess hall, one Howard Link has decided to commandeer the kitchen for FRUSTRATION BAKING, because the kitchen in his cabin doesn't have enough supplies to bake out all his frustrations

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[my_pleasure]

[ Well wouldn't you know! One of those pies is...suspiciously disappearing from the bottom of the pile.

Through an otherwise solid surface.

HMMM. ]

[theninquisition]

[Must. Not. Explode. Public. Property...]

[my_pleasure]

[ At least it's kind enough to return to the rack a moment later?

With a generous slice missing, of course. ]

[theninquisition]

[--STOMP ON THE FLOOR] COME OUT FROM UNDER THERE, WHOEVER YOU ARE!

[littlestdeath]

[whoa look at all dat food]

Are you gonna eat all that?

[theninquisition]

. . .

Not really. Even I could not finish this much on my own.

[littlestdeath]

What are you making all of them for, then?

[theninquisition]

I... Just felt like baking. There are enough people here who enjoy pie for it not to be wasteful.

[theninquisition]

[baking with unnecessary amounts of force]

[theninquisition]

--Walker!

[touch_sensitive]

[is in the mess hall poking around in things because he can touch them and that's an unusual experience]

Did you make all of these?

[theninquisition]

Yes. You may take one if you like, I intend to make more.

[touch_sensitive]

Why?

[theninquisition]

No particular reason. I just needed something to occupy myself with.

[kick_up_a_notch]

Oh? This is a lot of dessert.

[theninquisition]

Er. Yes. Whoever would like some may take some.

[kick_up_a_notch]

So I take it they're not for any sort of banquet.

You might want to be careful who you offer to, there are some surprisingly bottommless pits here.

[theninquisition]

No, I just felt the need to do some baking... I'm already familiar with feeding one daily. It's fine. I'm not in the mood to control how much they eat.