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Kendra Saunders has had a long, hard day of administering justice. She is, in fact, at home in her private quarters in Washington, DC, and is about to take off her wings and happily ensconce herself on the couch with a bottle of the finest Elephant Malt Liquor that Denmark has to offer, a bowl of buttery popcorn, and the complete first season of Flight of the Conchords.
Sadly, fate tragically intervenes to separate her from a blissfully quiet evening of fangirling Jemaine. Upon discovering that she has forgotten to salt her popcorn properly, she rises from the couch in search of that bottle of Italian salt she has stashed somewhere in the kitchen - the real kitchen, not the Kitchen kitchen - but when, in a burst of energy, she flings open the door to the hallway, there is Milliways instead.
Without salt, the feast is spoiled.
"Dammit," she whispers, with feeling.
Well, maybe she can find salt here.
[Tiny tag: Demeter, Antillar Maximus, Medusa]
Sadly, fate tragically intervenes to separate her from a blissfully quiet evening of fangirling Jemaine. Upon discovering that she has forgotten to salt her popcorn properly, she rises from the couch in search of that bottle of Italian salt she has stashed somewhere in the kitchen - the real kitchen, not the Kitchen kitchen - but when, in a burst of energy, she flings open the door to the hallway, there is Milliways instead.
Without salt, the feast is spoiled.
"Dammit," she whispers, with feeling.
Well, maybe she can find salt here.
[Tiny tag: Demeter, Antillar Maximus, Medusa]