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[notpapa]

[All is quiet in this particular hallway, until- BAM. Scraps of what was an oven and what was presumably food fly out from the doorway of a nearby kitchen, followed by thick, black smoke. Whoever caused it are still in the kitchen, judging from the coughing and muffled curses.]

((noahs_bookman, this guy, your pup.))

Comments

[normal_really]

Ah- Is everyone okay!?

[noahs_bookman]

[ cough hack hack cough! ]

Yeah, we'll live.

[notpapa]

Can't say the same for the kitchen, though...

[normal_really]

...What did you try to make?

[noahs_bookman]

Dinner. We were hungry!

[notpapa]

...Still are, actually.

[normal_really]

You two aren't allowed in the kitchen alone anymore.

[noahs_bookman]

That doesn't help our bein' hungry, yanno

[notpapa]

I'd find no fault with your statement if there was another way to find safe food.

[normal_really]

Next time maybe you could try the cafeteria instead?

[noahs_bookman]

There's a cafeteria here?

[notpapa]

...please tell me it's run by Jerry or some version thereof. Please.

[normal_really]

Yes, it is. I think there are a couple of versions of him running it actually.

[noahs_bookman]

Where is this cafeteria?

[notpapa]

[There is no icon to express the joy on his face. He has gone far too long without Jerry's cooking.] Let's go.

[normal_really]

Right, right, it's down here. *Let's trust Allen's sense of direction, that'll end well 8D*