[IC: Backdated to FOREVER AGO]

[theninquisition]

[Because this is how we play camp these days.

Anyway, Link is done cleaning up, and has left a note at the mess hall indicating the pies are free to be taken, for those who wish to eat them. He's feeling a bit more subdued now, and is content to head back to his room at Victorian Cannibal Cabin or whatever it's called...

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[theninquisition]

Well you appear to be hovering in my doorway.

[theninquisition]

Now, was there something you wanted me for?

[theninquisition]

[pulling out pocket watch to set on his neat and pointless pile of papers, eyeing it dubiously as he does so]

. . .It's grown rather late.

[theninquisition]

. . . [Fine, I am going to the dresser to get my pajamas then]

[theninquisition]

. . .

You should brush your teeth.

[theninquisition]

[. . . CONSIDERS. . .]

[FOR A LONG TIME]

...If only to prevent you from lurking about the door well past bedtime.