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[immortal_smoke]

Aldrick? I'd like a word, if you're not too busy.

[Edit: Mogget will find a bowl full of generic brand cat food laid out for him. Fresh trout, my ass.]

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[cursed_as_hell]

Yeah?

[immortal_smoke]

Just as some background to what I have to say: Before you arrived, there was another one of those strange non-people in your place. Kind of like the children who call us their parents.

Make sense?

[cursed_as_hell]

Makes sense.

[immortal_smoke]

Now, Mr. Name Unavailable, as he seemed to call himself, had a job, which meant that money was coming into the household while he was here.

[bell_bound]

[Mogget sniffs at the cat food, wrinkles his nose, and trots off with his tail in the air.]

I refuse to eat that muck.

[immortal_smoke]

It's cat food.

You're a cat.

[bell_bound]

It's not even fit for the crows to peck at.

[immortal_smoke]

There's a picture of a cat eating it on the package. He looks perfectly content.