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[voreaciously]

Who: 80H
When: Day 7, noon
Where: Jasmine Carriage

[There are plates of food left on high, elegant tables, the sort you might find at stand-and-eat restaurants, but classy af. They are clear and crystalline and...oddly cool to the touch, if you touch them.

She was told there was a child on the team, so one table is set much lower.

"""""Cael"""" has a lot of fare she thinks he'll enjoy--or knows he will, if he's developed a taste for the same things Kuuha's had to eat. Whatever, in the end, she's sure he'll be satisfied to have food, period. Is that not right? For a moment she thinks of chestnuts (not remotely enough of them) in the wintertime shared between too many people.

For goodness sake. She shuts her eyes to it and moves on.

Randy's fare is a very neat and presentable platter of different things. She has no idea what he likes, so she's made a little bit of everything. An egg here, a little miso soup there, bacon, sausage, a small waffle with fruit on the side, etc.

To Randy, there is a neatly folded note: "I was not certain what you enjoyed. I apologise in advance if I offend your tastes. -80H"

There's a knock on everyone's door if they're in, but 80H is nowhere to be seen.]

Comments

[acts_her_age]

[well, going to investigate the knocking, at least, and finding the food]

Oh, our ghost is a chef. How nice for us.

[crimeson]

Mm, it was nice of her to do this.

[acts_her_age]

Mmh, it's good that we all have things to contribute. Now that more things are in my reach, anyway.

slow motion treeeeeee

[crimeson]

Is it my job to contribute furniture, then?

[acts_her_age]

It does seem like that's what you've taken on. You're also our resident extrovert, I think.

[crimeson]

I can do both, easy.

[acts_her_age]

So, you're diligent and extroverted, I'm cute, our ghost can cook, and... hm.

[crimeson]

I can also cook, but I don't think I can compete with the quality 80H brings to the table.

As for our remaining member... I guess we'll find out?

[acts_her_age]

You're also our optimist.

[crimeson]

Haha, oof. I'll do my best.

[acts_her_age]

[you're so cute, why is my instinct to be a bully]

I'm sure. What sort of things do you like to cook?

[crimeson]

[he wobbles his hand vaguely.]

Ehh, this and that. I'm pretty good with soups.

[acts_her_age]

It's nice to have a back-up.

How are you feeling about our kidnapping, with a few more days of context?

[crimeson]

Mm... I dunno if it's enough context to really decide how I feel about it, yet. Ideally I'd like to talk to that supposed Prince of ours.

[acts_her_age]

That would be nice.

[crimeson]

'Course, hard to say if we'll get that ideal ever, let alone any time soon...

I'm willing to play along for now, pretty much.

[acts_her_age]

[nods]

I'm not sure if we're meant to be gathering information from the world around us, but I'm not suited for that. It's very "wait and see," without an idea of if there's even a finish line to be looking for.