... And then Ladon set everything on fire.

[rustigedraak]

Who: rustigedraak and occupants of house 15 and/or anyone nearby with a sense of smell.
What: Ladon's cooking. Oh God, I am so sorry.
Where: House 15, 4th floor kitchen.
When: Morning.
Warnings: Ladon has a potty mouth and he eats charcoal. Also, reply in whichever format you want to log in, I'll match.

Comments

[recluserose]

[What. What was that horrible smell coming from the floors above Amelia? It's enough that she was taken away from home, but now she had to deal with a housemate that was presenting themselves as a fire hazard?]

[So of course she marches up (as opposed to using magic) to confront the offender]

Excuse me, but what do you think you're doing?!

[rustigedraak]

Li'l elbow grease never did anyone any harm. [ He continues to scrub away. Almost like he's enjoying it, which he is. Ladon is terribly strange that way. ]

Never heard of magic that can do anythin'. Always some kinda catch or limitation.

[recluserose]

There are some catches. You can't play god even with magic after all.

[rustigedraak]

Don't gotta sacrifice small furry animals, do you?

[recluserose]

That's disgusting.

[rustigedraak]

S'just a question.