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.
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?
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[she's in the kitchen aggressively frying potatoes! a lot of them.]
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[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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[a little grin, as she takes it and holds it up to pop the bottlecap off on one of her horns.]
I'll be honest, I don't even remember why, but I'll take it.
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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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[taking a loooong drink.]
Being a bottle opener is just one of my many talents.
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