Third Floor Common Room, Sunday Evening
Well, Topher had learned something very important today: when robot dogs were programmed by someone as intelligent and innovative as Topher Brink, they tended to not like jackals very much. Yeah, yeah, Cyrilla was a metaphysical jackal, but even so, Broca II was not a fan of hers, so Topher had wisely decided to take Cyrilla into the common room for a bit so as not to be barked at for a while.
It was a pretty smart call if you asked him.
Now, with Cyrilla's help, he was attempting to cook for the first time in possibly ever. The item on the menu was grilled cheese with chocolate chips and onions (shut up, it was delicious), and while Topher didn't have that much faith in his cooking abilities, he was pretty hungry and pretty determined to make a lot.
The smell that was undoubtedly wafting through the halls was probably pretty special. This was sure to go well.
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It was a pretty smart call if you asked him.
Now, with Cyrilla's help, he was attempting to cook for the first time in possibly ever. The item on the menu was grilled cheese with chocolate chips and onions (shut up, it was delicious), and while Topher didn't have that much faith in his cooking abilities, he was pretty hungry and pretty determined to make a lot.
The smell that was undoubtedly wafting through the halls was probably pretty special. This was sure to go well.
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