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[heaven_piercer]

[Lockon can be seen in his kitchen, a cookbook in one hand, a large spoon in the other. He's standing at the stove, peering into a pot.]

Jeez, this shouldn't be that hard. It's soup. Soup, Lockon, you can manage soup, even if you're not using potatoes or any of the usual ingredients. Right. Chicken. Chicken is simple enough. [He looks back and

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[heaven_piercer]

Good idea. I need to find jars. Aaaaanyway, I'm...cooking for the hell of it, it seems.

[heaven_piercer]

Not too well, to be honest.

[heaven_piercer]

So I've been told. [He takes those, putting them off to the side, hoping he'll remember that when he puts them into jars.]

[heaven_piercer]

[Sudden expression change. Srs business.] ...Haven't heard from him since.

[heaven_piercer]

Been too busy watching over Allelujah and getting things settled here to track the networks for him.

When I--

Tch.

[heaven_piercer]

Nothing. I'll figure it out.