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 Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:48 pm
Jed is already there! He's heating up the stove. "Morning, Rich!" He waves.
Liz is there, also, making tea.
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Angie is cleaning herself up and wondering what she would look like as a blonde.
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Rufus peers over the side of the ship, frowning. "What. Oh, it's you."
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And there's Russ. He's peeking into the kitchen.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 9:58 pm
He smiles slightly. "Good morning."
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"Please, can I come aboard? Please?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:00 pm
"Just heating the kitchen up for you."
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"Let me see your weapons."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:09 pm
"Thank you." He starts looking around to see what there is to work with.
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Stephen does a crazy laugh and holds his arms wide. "I don't have any."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:15 pm
It's well stocked! Liz has been shopping.
"What are we going to make?"
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Suspicious frown. "Come on up."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:22 pm
"...We?"
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He scrambles on board and looks around while clutching the note. "Is Angelina here?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:23 pm
"Well.. I thought I would help. If you needed it."
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"Slow down, slow down. She's here." He steps back to look Stephen over again. "What's that you've got?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:32 pm
"I see." He frowns and thinks.
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"A letter. For her."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:33 pm
"Just if you need it, though! I won't get in your way." He sits submissively.
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"From who?"
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:41 pm
"Good. I'm making lasagna." He starts taking materials out. "You can chop a salad if you want."
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"That genie."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:42 pm
"Salad?" He wrinkles his nose.
Liz snorts.
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"Edan?" He blinks. "Here, I'll take it to her." He reaches for it.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:49 pm
"Yes. You can chop the lettuce."
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He cringes back, clutching the letter. "He told me I had to hand it to her."
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:51 pm
"That's not really a food.. And for breakfast?" He shuffles over to look for lettuce to chop.
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".. Fine." He frowns again. ".. You look awful." He turns to go downstairs.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:53 pm
"Pancakes. Those are quick."
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"..You were right. About.." He shudders and hangs his head as he follows.
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Posted: Thu Nov 03, 2011 10:56 pm
"Lettuce with pancakes?" He finds the lettuce and picks it up like it's some weird diseased cat.
"Just let Richard cook what he wants."
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".. How did it go?"
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