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[smallestopener]

::pads downstairs in pajamas. Now that she is clean, it's painfully obvious that Ingress has been severely underfed for several months. She hoists herself onto a bar stool::

Do you make chocolate chip pancakes?

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[watch_wait]

Sure, sweetpea. *starts frying* How are you?

[smallestopener]

Good. Door's asleep.

[watch_wait]

Yeah? I guess she needs it. I'm Barteby, by the way. An angel.

[smallestopener]

Hi Bartleby. I'm Ingress. I'm five. Do you have wings?

[smallestopener]

::pats Door on the back and talks around a mouthful of pancake::

I can't breathe, Door.

[watch_wait]

*passes Door a mound of pancakes and a steaming cup of coffee*

I'm... glad to see you back, Door.

[copperbadge]

[ooc -- do you mean underfed?]

[smallestopener]

::smothering a huge yawn::

But I'm... not tired...

::she is hustled off, regardless::

[OOC: Door will be back in five]