
"...So that's how it is, huh?" Chris sighed as he looked over the paper. "Well... de gustibus non est disputandem." He shook his head. "Concerning taste, there is no dispute..." Having cleaned his station, he gathered his things and turned to Ally. "Looks like you've won this time... congratulations."
He waved. "Anyways, I'm clearing out. I'll see you guys around." Taking his things, Chris packed up and left the kitchen. At least it had been close...
He waved. "Anyways, I'm clearing out. I'll see you guys around." Taking his things, Chris packed up and left the kitchen. At least it had been close...

[...I just have bad luck.]
