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[my_pleasure]

[ in one of the kitchens, there are a bunch of pots and pans strewn out on the floor, and it seems like more are getting tossed out from one of the cabinets, clanging loudly against the tiles. Strange? No. There's a pair of small legs sticking out from one of the open cabinets, and whoever they belong to seems to be responsible for this mess. ]

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[booksprout]

[Kneeling down by him] Hungry?

[my_pleasure]

Nah.

[booksprout]

Then why the pots and pans?

[my_pleasure]

Why not?

[booksprout]

Because there's no reason for them. What are you doing, exactly?

[my_pleasure]

None of yer business.

[booksprout]

[hobo kids are so rude] Ah, so it's a secret?

[my_pleasure]

From people like you, yeah.

[booksprout]

'People like me', what's that supposed to mean? I feel a little insulted.

[my_pleasure]

Big people like you.

[booksprout]

Heh, this makes a change from everyone telling me how short I am. What's your name?

[my_pleasure]

Tyki. What else?

[book_sprout]

...You're that guy??

[my_pleasure]

You got it.

[booksprout]

...I see. Well, it's nice to meet you. [So weird]

[my_pleasure]

You seem pretty surprised. What, didja think I was just born all grown up?