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[crescent_falls]

[For anyone in the Paternoster House, I'm sorry for this. There's smoke from the oven, and the windows are open to let it filter out.

...and Lucrecia? Sitting at the table with her head in her hands. Yep, she burned dinner, and can't get the burnt remains out of what she had put the food into. Oh yes, this is the smell of FAILURE.]

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[timeforjam]

[Pokes head in. Wrinkles nose a little at the smell, but skips in to check it out anyway.]

You okaaaay?

[crescent_falls]

...not really.

[timeforjam]

[Goes up to her and does a little bendy act to try to look in her face.]

Will be okay sooon?

[crescent_falls]

[Wth. ._. This one is strange, isn't she? The bendy act is making Lu look at Ed funny.]

I'm... not sure.

[forever_last]

[What the? Vincent rushes over, heading into the kitchen...his face crinkles slightly, is there a fire? No, there doesn't seem to be.]

...Lucrecia?

[crescent_falls]

...? Vincent...?

[forever_last]

You're...safe.

[Is at your side, as always.]

What would you like help with?

[crescent_falls]

I am. My lungs don't like me right now, but that's why the windows are open.

...I can get the food out. The food I burned. It's stuck.

[demon_turk]

...!?

[crescent_falls]

...? Vincent...

[demon_turk]

Are you all right?

[crescent_falls]

...I burned dinner.