Where’s the kitchen?

[granygetyourgun]

[Granny paces around her room frustrated]

No kitchen, crazy lights everywhere! Can’t even get the still runnin’ in this place!

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[thenotmagician]

...Howdy?

[granygetyourgun]

Don’t be so timid. Aren’t folks friendly around these parts?

[thenotmagician]

For the most part. A couple could use a good timeout, though.

[granygetyourgun]

Someone giving you nice boys trouble?

[thenotmagician]

Nah, we took care of 'em.

[granygetyourgun]

You seem like a nice boy. If I had a stove I'd cook you up somthin'.

[thenotmagician]

Really, eh? Been a long time since I had someone cook for me.

I cook at Sergei's Bar and Grille on deck ten.

[granygetyourgun]

HA! So there is a kitchen. Well boy, show me the way. I've got a hankerin' for some cougar stew.

[thenotmagician]

[Cougar... stew.

Right]

Y'know what room you're in? I'll be there in a flash.

[granygetyourgun]

[she opens the door and checks the number]
1272

[thenotmagician]

On my way.

[And a few minutes later, knock knock!

There's a man with a snake tattoo on his face standing in front of your door, Granny!]

[granygetyourgun]

[Granny screams and pulls her wooden spoon out of her apron and hit’s what she believes to be a snake attacking the young man]
Forget the cougar we’re havin’ ourselves snake!

[thenotmagician]

[Holy shit ow. Oh God why do old ladies always attack him. So not cool D:

He backs away quickly, raising up his hands in front of his face]

Woah, woah woah, hold up. S'notta real snake!

[granygetyourgun]

Oh dear lord! You scared the dickens our of me! Let me see that.
Well, you look like a healthy boy, you’ll be fine, right?
You must have been real close, you got here plenty fast. Let’s be on our way!

[thenotmagician]

Well I took the elevator. S'pretty fast.

[He nods and makes his way down the hallway. Plz don't hit him again]

This way.

[granygetyourgun]

[embarrassed she tucks her spoon back into her apron and fallows her new friend down the hallway]
What do folks call you?