May 30, 2010 15:00
[Phoenix's comm turns on with a clattering of pots and pans.]
Augh. Mar damn it...
[More metallic clanking, but more controlled this time.]
Right, then. Let's see... Which of these...?
[His voice grows fainter, as though he's stepped farther away from his comm, but if anyone is really paying attention, they might hear him muttering about cups.]
they never prepared him for this,
at least he's not peeling potatoes,
uncharted depths,
this isn't what he's used to,
take you down any way i can,
he never did like the kitchen
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Ah, Phoenix?
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[She rarely pokes through other responses.]
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[She shouldn't. Not with the smile in his tone of voice.]
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Not...particularly. It almost sounds it, though.
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[Anna's smiling.]
What are you really doing?
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[A pause, then he locks the next part.]
I am attempting to make waffles.
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...Waffles? Were you...hit with a craving?
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