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[personal profile] gutterbound 2025-03-16 02:56 am (UTC)(link)
Well now that you're frying up spuds, I am.

[The smell...his appetite had left him for much of the trial, but now it's coming back with a bit of a vengeance. In spite of all malaise.

Also he comes up beside the stove and drops down a bottled beer beside her.]


I believe I owed you a drink. [He looks to her, shrugging.] I'll make it a proper professional order later, but in the meantime.
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[personal profile] gutterbound 2025-03-16 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
[watching this with a flicker of amusement.]

Might've just been the usual bullshitting, but hey. Whatever excuse we can take. [We could all use a fucking drink, my god.] Great utility you got there.

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[personal profile] gutterbound 2025-03-16 04:09 am (UTC)(link)
So I've seen. You've got a robust skill set. [So speaks the profiles. He smiles though, leaning backwards against the counter and eyeing up the potatoes.] Should I fix anything to go along with that? Or are you in a spuds-only mood?