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[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

[There's an unhappy "Luke" stomping about, grumbling about something under his breath. He had a bagful of food in hand and was heading back to the house. There are birds stalking him, maybe that's why he's so unhappy.]

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[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

...[carefully puts the bag down and takes some bread out from the bag, handing it to her.]

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

*rips off two hunks, then throws them in opposite directions* There. Go!

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

[FFF, go he does. Carefully picking the bag back up and getting out of the vicinity as fast he could]

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

*follows him, giggling the whole way*

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

[once Asch believe they were far enough away, he stops near a bench and puts the bag down on it] Thanks.

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

No problem. How've you been?

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

...All right. Been keeping two idiots fed. Food's been running short rather quickly.

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

Really? Oh... Um, well, I can try to help.

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

You might set the kitchen on fire.

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

No, I won't.

... you'll be teaching me.

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

...Heh. What do you want to learn to cook?

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

... *smiles* What's easy to teach me?

[bloodyimposter.livejournal.com]

Pasta's pretty simple.

[lyingfairytale.livejournal.com]

Okay, pasta it is!