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MINGLE LOG

We're back, everybody! Fresh week, fresh house, fresh murder. It is indeed a fresh house as when people wake on Monday morning they'll see that — everything is fixed! The windows, the table, whatever property damage that was inflicted last week is all cleaned up and reset. There is no SOS on the roof anymore. None of that. Anyone who stayed up all night on Sunday will have seen the mannequins diligently cleaning and repairing the house during the course of the night, finished by dawn. Yay!

They've also opened a new room in the house. A cleaning room — there is a washing machine, dryer, and various cleaning supplies in the room. Mops and brooms and dustpans and swiffers and all sorts of things! There's even a basket for collecting dirty laundry too.

And then in the morning, they bring in a few things to note, dumping it all in the living room.

A assortment of feminine clothing — dresses, skirts, blouses, etc
Included in that pile of clothing are twenty-five sailor uniforms of various sizes
Make up! Quite a bit — enough to last the rest of the time
So many packs of underwear. You had underwear last week but like, this is better
A tablet with Candy Crush and Infinity Nikki on it. There is nothing else accessible on it. There's a sticky note on the cover that says FOR ECHINACEA
A gun with one bullet is on the coffee table
A spear is laid across the coffee table as well

That said, it doesn't seem like the food restocked. Huh...

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[ More taking it as the joke it is at least gets Roathe to smile, finally! He is in fact capable of it, wao... ]

Ha. As entertaining as that might be, I would also worry just how those debts would manifest.

[ like there's a dude just wearing a paper bag on his head now... he's not sure if he wants this crew to actually be indebted to him... ]

Alas, I am no hero of bread today or evermore. I will accept the loss of such honors graciously.

[ He steps closer to get a better look at what More is actually making, then shrugs as he gestures towards the loaf with his clawed hand. ]

Though if you do not mind it being a very rough cut, I suppose I could cut it with claw instead.

[ A smile and a sense of humor from Roathe... The week is off to a dreary start thanks to the events of the weekend, but perhaps not all is fully lost. Time marches on, with and without mercy. With and without bread knives. ]

As long as the shape of my gratitude does not intimidate you, I would accept your charity quite gladly.

[ He also just kind of wants to see how well this would work. ]

I suppose that remains to be seen, but at the very least? You strike me as sensible enough not to engage in the more foolhardy endeavors.

[ Glancing over to the sink... Like I guess the spear is gone now, but we all saw it (probably)... Which hopefully isn't broken now actually, because he at least heads over to it to wash his hands first. He may talk like a ye olde, but he isn't! ]

Well, it will be better than prying it apart with your bare hands, at least. Uriel's claws are at least sharp.

[ Thank you for the claw hygiene, More is grateful for it - even though a part of him just really wants to see those claws work to cut bread, more than he is hungry. That's the part he is not saying out loud. ]

A blessing in these dire times. [ Also for self-defense, but let's not bring the mood down. ] Never did I realize how much I took cutlery for granted.

Even on long travels, I would have some at hand in my bag of essentials.

[ He laughs a little as he finishes up washing his hands, though it does sound more like a scoff. ]

Ah, then we should hope that some of it is returned before long. Otherwise, I may be taking over cooking, and I can only give the finest of Grineer protein slurries.

[ He’s clearly joking, but just from the choice of words, it’s not hard to imagine how someone would consume that… It is in fact as gross as it sounds…

So, luckily he picks up the bread instead and drags the long claw of his index finger along the top. It does drag into the bread successfully, but he’s right that it’s not going to be the neatest slice, and it’s also why he’s slicing it rather thick. It’s a bit like cutting the bread with the blunt side rather than the side honed to a fine point, but it’s working. Ish? ]

[ It might be the first time More has witnessed Roathe in such a good mood. The man is usually sour and intimidating, like a soldier who is constantly on duty, but this moment seems decidedly like leisure time in all regards. It's nice. Paradoxically, it is nice exactly because the weekend was so ripe with tragedy - a reminder of the simple potential of bonds that still exists regardless. ]

Despite my upbringing doing its utmost to train me otherwise, I do no actually possess a very sophisticated palette. Your 'slurries' sound like they would be easily consumed without interrupting one's reading, so your threat does fail to intimidate.

[ He'd still like to have some knives back, of course.

More watches the claw at work with perhaps a greater expression of fascination than is entirely due, fingers pressed together in focus. Will it get stuck in the middle or are we winning?! ~~Greater suspense has not been had since we voted Tamon to death.~~ ]

[ He chuckles again with how More plays along rather than actually being grossed out as would be, well. Accurate, honestly. ]

That is not untrue. Perhaps unfortunate for the ambiance that I would hope for when reading, but needs must. It's not impossible that I've done exactly what you say before and just don't remember.

[ Whether because of Albrecht's meddling or just being unimportant, he couldn't say, though. ]

Better than I, at any rate. I grew used to field food, but I would take a banquet any day over the slurries.

[ As for cutting the bread, it's working... alright? It is about the halfway point that it's starting to crumble in on itself, so with a shrug, Roathe just turns his finger to swipe through it towards the outside instead to make half of the slice. He hands that off and starts again with the bottom portion. ]

It will be smaller pieces, but usable, at least.

[ More places the bread fragments on his plate before he claps his hands softly, a play at applause without actually generating too much noise. Breakfast is saved!! ]

More than good enough to nourish me. I might have just foregone my meal altogether if it weren't for you, which I admit is a bad habit. Preparing food just always seems to take time away from more important things...

[ He's a horrible nerd and every minute not spent with a book is wasted!!! ]

Considering you do not find the slurry completely unpalatable, I am getting that impression.

[ It’s still dry, more sarcastic than it is teasing, but hey. It does seem like Roathe’s stern coldness has lightened up, so it’s progress. Cutting the other rough half of the bread goes more quickly once he’s not being as careful to have it crumble in on itself, so he hands over the other piece promptly. ]

But I understand it, mind you. I am no cook myself. It is never something I even considered, really.

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