Tomorrow Never Knows Best :: 012 :: Samejima Mamimi :: [In Person]

[f_i_r_e_starter]

[It's lunch time and Mamimi is in the kitchen. She's smoking while busily cooking at the stove. There's rice in the rice cooker, noodles in a pot, and tea in the kettle. Mamimi is talking, addressing the empty island chair a few feet behind her.]

Mama didn't teach me to cook.

[Pause]

I did.

[Shrug]

Mama couldn't.

[Pouts]Well she

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[picklesgonewild]

[Piccolo strolls into the kitchen half asleep, he had been up all night having to listen to his father bitching and screaming about how he wasn't doing his name honor, and that he should have killed Goku and decimated this entire manor and all the rest of his senile old man garbage. Oddly enough the old man had gone strangely quiet as soon as he entered the kitchen.

Piccolo didn't think anything of it as he slumped onto a chair with his head on the table. God, something in here smelled terrible... it was a familiar smell but what was it? It was right at the tip of his tongue....]

[f_i_r_e_starter]

[Mamimi looks away from her ghost and at Piccolo]

What's wrong Piccolo-san?

[picklesgonewild]

[Piccolo groggily raised his head off the table]

My old man has been keeping me up with all his bitching.

[He looked over at the Daimao who was frozen in place at the kitchen door staring at something. Piccolo followed his gaze to an ALL TOO FAMILIAR OBJECT on the counter. Piccolo's eye's widened and his face went pale at the sight of the DREADED RICE COOKER]

[f_i_r_e_starter]

[Mamimi opens her mouth to say something to her grandmother. However at the look on Piccolo's face she follows his gaze, craning her neck behind her to see the rice cooker]

Do you want some? It's almost ready.