Entry the Seventh (open, as always)

[theabjectauthor]

[because it's been a while since he practiced his flaneur skills, Lemony is sitting in the kitchen, reading a book of poetry. after a moment, he decides he's hungry, and roots through the fridge until he finds some leftover beef stew. takes a little and puts it in a bowl, then sticks it in the microwave. sets the timer, and goes back to his

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[theabjectauthor]

... [turns and spots him, managing a small smile] Hello, Kyle.

You ... don't happen to know anyone here who can fix kitchen appliances, by any chance?

[theabjectauthor]

I'm ... not entirely certain. I was standing here, reading a piece by one of my favorite poets, Charles Algernon Swinburne, and ... it simply stopped reheating my beef stew.

[vengefullight]

[And Lucian's standing at the entrance of the kitchen, his hands on his hips while he's staring at the microwave with a look that's a mix of irritation, amusement and disbelief.]

It's dead. Again. Isn't it?

[theabjectauthor]

I ... I hope not. I'm afraid I don't even completely know what happened.

[checks to make sure it's still plugged in]

Perhaps a circuit was tripped, somewhere?

[vengefullight]

That thing's been so abused over the recent months, it's probably just dying spontaneously now.

[theabjectauthor]

[completely misinterprets this] Do that many people not know how to cook? [takes his stew out of the poor dead microwave and sets it on the counter, then goes about finding a pan to heat it up in, instead]