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[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Holy... [Looking down at some recently developed photos] Ow. Ewwww. Oh ew, broken neck. Ewwwww, someone shot him. Man, gruesome deaths.

... and they look like him. Man, I hope you're okay, because I still need to kill you for this. [looks at another photo] ... UGH.

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[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[starts peering into random rooms]

[engel]

Are you looking for her?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Huh? No, the kitchen.

[engel]

You are going the wrong way to that.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Where is it? And how's the chef here?

[engel]

It's down the hall here, a turn left then right. Chef? You are on your own when it comes to food. There is no set cook here.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Eh? Why? I've never had to cook before...

[engel]

You think anyone wishes to cook for all the many people here.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

I haven't seen that many people here.

[engel]

You will if you are here for any length of time.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

I think you're trying to scare me. And I'm hungry! I don't know how to cook.

[engel]

What about my previous statement is scary? Then perhaps it is time you learned to cook.

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Lots of people?

... fine. [goes to unintentionally poison himself]

[engel]

I rarely get out and I have met more than half a dozen. [ Follows after him to babysit. ]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... that sounds better.

[engel]

Hmph. [ Hey, cut him some slack. That's a lot of people to someone who spent most of their time around just the God-Generals. ]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

[Finally gets to the kitchen and looks around, completely lost]

[engel]

What do you want to eat?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Wild mushroom risotto.

[engel]

.... [ Fancy. He knows some cooking terms, though he's far from proficient at more complicated dishes. He'll just have to wing it. ]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

It's just rice and mushrooms, right? [picks up a bag of rice, frowning at it]

[engel]

For the most part. [ Gathers the needed ingredients together, carefully measuring everything out. ]

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

Uh...

[engel]

Yes?

[crimsonobsurca.livejournal.com]

... I don't get this!