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[In the background, there is the sound of pots and pans clanking, some scraping sounds... a timer... Someone is cooking as he speaks. Although whether he's in his assigned house or at Jolt's garage is up in the air.]
Nice to see we've finally caught a bit of a break around here. Continued captivity and crazed evangelists notwithstanding.
So, in the spirit of reprieve... I propose a real sort of celebration. That is, if the always lovely Harley Quinn would be so kind as to let me put something together in her household. Since Jolt told me to ask, anyway.
I plan on providing some food--so long as this damned thing actually cooks instead of smokes--on actual plates and such, instead of out of the pots like last year. And a good deal of alcohol, since my connections are still up and running down at the old bar...
Sophie, Daine, Flora... Jolt's Not-Really-A-Son, and the little robot boy? Your thoughts?
[A pause.]
And if you're listening, Mimi, I wouldn't mind seeing you either.
((ooc: 10 years don't make much of a difference when you're a a race with a lifespan of millions of years. However, he's become far less inept with human life, and all that. He's left the bar and started in the business world, doing rather well. And in perhaps the oddest difference... he cooks. And manages to do so fairly well. Just hasn't quite kicked the bachelor habit of eating out of the pot he cooked in.))
Nice to see we've finally caught a bit of a break around here. Continued captivity and crazed evangelists notwithstanding.
So, in the spirit of reprieve... I propose a real sort of celebration. That is, if the always lovely Harley Quinn would be so kind as to let me put something together in her household. Since Jolt told me to ask, anyway.
I plan on providing some food--so long as this damned thing actually cooks instead of smokes--on actual plates and such, instead of out of the pots like last year. And a good deal of alcohol, since my connections are still up and running down at the old bar...
Sophie, Daine, Flora... Jolt's Not-Really-A-Son, and the little robot boy? Your thoughts?
[A pause.]
And if you're listening, Mimi, I wouldn't mind seeing you either.
((ooc: 10 years don't make much of a difference when you're a a race with a lifespan of millions of years. However, he's become far less inept with human life, and all that. He's left the bar and started in the business world, doing rather well. And in perhaps the oddest difference... he cooks. And manages to do so fairly well. Just hasn't quite kicked the bachelor habit of eating out of the pot he cooked in.))