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[dontgiveafock]

[The feed kicks in to the sound of a man clearing his throat. He seems a little unsure of what he's about to say.]

Hullo, hullo. Welcome newcomers.

[Man, what a classy intro that was. So smooth, Joseph!]

For those of y'that I haven't met, my name is Joe. I man the kitchen here and I'm the one that put together the shit-awful feast you had on your

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[purrtndyfuntms]

:33 < *a very hungry kitty stalks through the kitchen and wonders where all the fursome beasts are!*

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[dontgiveafock]

...What? You saying that you're in my kitchen?

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[purrtndyfuntms]

:33 < *ac purrks up at the sound of the man-humans voice and begins to slowly cr33p towards him*

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[dontgiveafock]

[Give him a moment to glance paranoidly over his shoulder.]

Right. Whoever you are, come on out.

[Don't make him get the spatula.]

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[brynkitten]

[The feast wasn't that bad to Bryn, but then she hadn't had soup or bread in a few years now. Absence made the stomach not so picky.

That the food could be better was something that held Bryn's interest.]

I don't know how to cook at all but I could learn or wash dishes if it would help.

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[dontgiveafock]

[Oh hello Miss... Joe smirks at the comm.]

If y'want, you can come and check the place out and we'll see what suits ye to do.

[But the prospect of a dishwasher, anda willing one at that? God that sounds wonderful.]

What's yer name, lass?

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[brynkitten]

I can do that...if you'll tell me where it is.

[Hi, Bryn has no idea how to find her way around here still.]

You can call me Bryn.

[It pops out a bit more easily this time than with Isabel or Sycora. Joe doesn't exactly make her feel obligated to give a formal reply.]

And yourself?

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[dontgiveafock]

Right. Directions.

[It's been a while since he's had to give them.]

You remember the Great Hall where we had our pitiful feast meet and greet session?

[Joe might have been asleep for most of it...]

First floor of that buildin'. You can't miss it. Lemme know if I need to narrow it down better than that.

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[onlyonemysize]

I can cook.

[Well sort of 83. She knows plenty of recipes! She's just not going to be much help in the actual preparation.]

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[dontgiveafock]

Oh yeah? Good to hear it.

[Recipes are more than welcome! Joe's been getting kind of bored with what's on offer so anything new is cool.]

Got a name, girlie? Yer welcome to come to the kitchen and check things out.

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[onlyonemysize]

My name is Thumbelina.

[Hm.]

Where is the kitchen?

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[dontgiveafock]

Thumbelina? Not a name I've heard before but it's a pretty one.

[Ever the charmer.]

D'ya remember the Great Hall where we had the welcomin' feast the night you got here? First floor of that buildin'.

[drinkuntilidie]

Joe! I nevah t'ought I'd be so happy to hear joor voice mon.

[Finally, someone he knows. His luck must be starting to turn. And if he's here then...]

Have joo seen Nel? Can't find her anywhere mon.

i am a terrible person.

[dontgiveafock]

[Wait. What. Joe gives the journal a baffled look.]

Hold on a second there, brother. Y'sayin' you know me? What's yer name?

[He's wracking his brain trying to think of a 'Nel' or someone with this accent in his past. Joe turns up a blank.]

so I am

[drinkuntilidie]

[Kevas's heart jumps into his throat. Oh please tell him that Joe is just hungover or something.]

Yeah I be knowin' joo mon. We worked in da same damn restaurant toggedah. We worked wid Nel. Loa mon, how can joo fuhget her!?

[Maybe Kevas can understand Joe forgetting who he is but Nel? Hell, Kevas couldn't forget her even if he tried.]

/highfive!

[dontgiveafock]

[Silence falls on Joe's side of the conversation, guilt for not remembering someone he himself has never actually met.]

M'sorry lad. I really am. I don't know this Nel yer talkin' about. Where did we work together?

[Surely he'd remember an accent like that.]

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

you mean you can actually make real food two?

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[dontgiveafock]

Tee-oh-oh. Not Tee-doubleyew-oh.

[Damn kids these days. None of them can spell. B|]

Aye, I can make real food. What kinda thing are you after?

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[thii2ii22tupiid]

ii know how two 2pell, a22hole.

*He just ignores it for certain words.*

ii don't know. ii ju2t wanted two make 2ure that 2hiit wa2n't what human2 con2iidered food.

Audioooo 4 evaaa :3

[dontgiveafock]

Oh you do? Yer makin' a real fine display of that.

[Joe snickers.]

It was that bad, huh? Right then, make a food request and I'll see about gettin' it on the menu.