"Everything happens so quickly here." By now she had long accepted that it wasn't a strange illusion, and that was probably enough. "But food is probably a good idea. Do you think they'll let me cook? Or do I have to let them do it?" This was only one of many, many different things she had wanted to ask. "Not that I'm ungrateful or anything, I just didn't know if it was rude to do it myself." She snapped her fingers a bit suddenly as she got up and followed him.
"One time I went to make breakfast for Nariko and I, I got halfway through it and Travis, the cook, chased me out with a knife!" She looked oddly proud of this story, but added: "Of course I kicked his ass and then we had something of a cook off. My eggs were better. That's a much better, personal story!"
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Date: 2015-02-19 11:43 pm (UTC)"One time I went to make breakfast for Nariko and I, I got halfway through it and Travis, the cook, chased me out with a knife!" She looked oddly proud of this story, but added: "Of course I kicked his ass and then we had something of a cook off. My eggs were better. That's a much better, personal story!"