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[notpuddinupwith]

Hello, everyone! My name is Cecile Croomy. I know this place is a little odd, and I'm rather far from home, but I've still been assigned here as the Official Coordinator of Tuesday Rations, and I intend to do my job. Now, many people have told me Tuesday's food is no good... so I've cooked up my own recipe for you all, and I think it's turned out

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[oneknightstands]

. . .

Miss Cecile?

[oneknightstands]

. . . but I wasn't missing at home, then?

[notpuddinupwith]

No.

[oneknightstands]

That's good to hear.

[notpuddinupwith]

But what have you been doing here for a year? Did you come here with Princess Euphemia?

[oneknightstands]

I came a few months after her. But I've been trying to keep up my training. . .

[notpuddinupwith]

Well, that's good to hear, at least...

[oneknightstands]

There aren't any actual machines, but the simulators are very well-kept.

[notpuddinupwith]

How can there be simulators but no actual Knightmares?

[oneknightstands]

That's one of the mysteries of the place. . .

[notpuddinupwith]

Perhaps there aren't sufficient materials to build them...

[oneknightstands]

That could be. But I think it's against the rules for any to be brought in as well.

[notpuddinupwith]

Inter-dimensional customs... I see.

[oneknightstands]

Something like that. . . but I promise, my scores will be just as good whenever we return home.

[notpuddinupwith]

Well, Lloyd will be happy to hear that...

[oneknightstands]

[Nods]

It's probably better that he's home for now, since there are only simulators. . .