#002

[flambage]

[Yo, Paradisa. Who's freakin' hungry?

There's a little sign pinned up to the kitchen door:

FOOD INSIDE - MADE BY A MASTER - COME AND SEE WHAT'S COOKING!
FREE DESSERT FOR THE LADIES!

And inside, there's a whirlwind of motion as one man works the stoves, ovens, and everything else... except the microwave. For the moments he stands still, one can

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[flambage]

[when the hell did you get here.] Who asked you?

[flambage]

[Shows how much a shit he gives for ur presence, brah.] Sink's over there. [vague pointing.]

[69pineapples]

[Oh. That is a lot of food. He's just peeked in because of the sign, and he's... impressed. Of course he's seen plenty of fancy banquets... but he is rather disappointed that the dessert is roped off. He wanted to see if there was anything chocolate.]

Someone's been busy.

[flambage]

[Of course there's chocolates! But no, no touchy. It'd be different if you were a lady, but alas.]

This? [casual handwave] Just a diversion.

[69pineapples]

A diversion? What from, I wonder?

[He'll take one anyway, the next chance he gets to do it when no one is looking. For now, though, he'll sample a piece of bread, looking it over just in case of something obviously wrong with it -- there isn't, though, so he munches.]

[flambage]

Just the day's tedium is all. I forgot how boring it gets without a ship full of people to keep my entertained.

[He's watching that dessert table like a hawk, but if one truffle were to disappear when his attention's elsewhere...]

1/2

[darkevangel]

[ DRAMATICALLY ENTERS...

actually, she just walks in through the door

outfit: see icon ]

[darkevangel]

[ stares... at him, the food.... then- ]

You didn't touch the almond pudding I was keeping in the fridge, did you? [ gestures idly towards the refrigerator ]

[flambage]

[You are still a frightening loli. That said:]

No. Everything I put out is fresh. [makin' some... meringue...]

[darkevangel]

Good. I'd hate to have to kill you so shortly after your arrival.

[ starts makin' her way over to the fridge ]

[prudently]

[ This one is just going to make a beeline for the meat table. ]

Finally something good about this place.

[flambage]

[Bald is beautiful, baby.]

Help yourself, miss! Or feel free to place an order if there's something else you'd like!

[prudently]

... 'Miss?'

[ SNORT at that. She is not your typical lady. ]

[gottaknockhard]

[...

What a coincidence, Spike's always hungry. He meant to wave or ask if it's free or something like that, but he makes a beeline for the steaks as soon as he sees them. It's been a long time since he's had food that wasn't just poofed into existence, and nothing that smelled this good. He might cry... and probably drool.

Hello, new favorite resident.]

[flambage]

[Hello, poofy-haired man! You enjoy them steaks, now. They were made for you, just so long as no one female comes by and we're running low.]

Better than just wishing for food, huh?

[gottaknockhard]

[He's way ahead of you; a dinner roll might have already found its way into his pocket when he strolled up to inspect the tables. Maybe he can just pull up a chair.]

--Hm? [Spike gives him a once over, eventually smiling when he makes the connection.] Better when you don't even have to ask. What's the occasion?

[flambage]

[...Well, you're supposed to just eat here, but pocketing is good enough. There you go, the chair's a good idea. Go on, feast, make merry!]

I got bored. [SHRUG.] And, you people here need to get used to eating real food again.