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[resonant-song.livejournal.com]

[A smell wafts from Tear's room. It is a sweet smell, and she stands there with a spoon in her right hand and a cook book in her left. She silently hums a tune to herself. Poke?]

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[resonant-blade.livejournal.com]

[ oh my, Tear cooking. What could she be making...? Luke wanders into the room, curious. ] Tear?

[resonant-song.livejournal.com]

[She is startled.]

Oh, Luke! Is everything ok?

[resonant-blade.livejournal.com]

Everything's fine, I was just... curious. What're you making?

[resonant-song.livejournal.com]

Ah, I thought I would practice my cooking skills a bit.

[resonant-blade.livejournal.com]

Smells sweet.

[fononfailure]

[ Mmm... Luke smells something good and therefore has to investigate! Lo and behold, a Tear! ]

Whatever you're fixing smells really good, Tear.

[resonant-song.livejournal.com]

[A bit startled.]

Luke?

[fononfailure]

Sorry! I didn't think I had sneaked up on you.