[Allelujah is... getting a little antsy. The long period of quiet is making him uneasy ( Read more... )

[Residents of Corona Civica House may notice the scent of freshly-baked lasagna wafting through the townhouse. Allelujah's in the Lower Cove kitchen, leaning against a counter with a sour look on his face, and muttering to himself.]

What the hell. It's not like it would help.

[Sighs.] I should make sure it's not harmful though...

[Notices he's ( Read more... )