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[fononfailure]

[ Today there's a replica attempting to cook something in the kitchen once again. The pungent smell of whatever had been in the stove a short time ago fills the room, along with a fair amount of smoke. Luke gives the charred but distinct fuzzy blue and white mass a poke with a fork, scowling. ]

Dammit. Still not right.

Comments

[knightinspandex]

Uh oh... [Luke in the kitchen? Smells like trouble. No really, literally... it smells... troubling.]

[fononfailure]

Guy! [ pfff. The weird disaster on the counter is forgotten in favor of giving Guy a huge smile. ]

[knightinspandex]

Hey! [Approaches, ruffling Luke's hair with an ending pat.] What are you... making?

[fononfailure]

[ She kind leans into the ruffling this time. And pay no mind the burnt cheagle-looking thing on the pan. Luke sure as hell isn't. ] You mean besides a mess?