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[justgetseconds]

[Conchita is still getting used to this. She's not entirely sure she has this device working, but she hopes she does. It would be quite embarrassing if this was off and she was talking to no one.]

Attention, fellow patrons of this... [sneer] fine establishment. I am seeking a chef. The worse you are at cooking, the better. I happen to truly enjoy gruesome meals, after all, and this normal food is hardly my taste. I can't pay you, yet, but I will find a way to reward you in time.

[...That should work, right?]

Comments

[Video]

[myblueskies]

What kind of gruesome meals? [Romeo's grin appears on the screen] I like cooking I will cook for you! What's your favorite?

[Video]

[justgetseconds]

I'm not too incredibly picky, but the more lethal for a normal person, the better.

[Video]

[myblueskies]

What does lethal mean?

[madscientits]

I'm not sure how gruesome my cooking is, but I know I'm not a very good chef, so maybe I could still be of assistance.

[justgetseconds]

I'd be thankful for anything at this point.

[madscientits]

Works for me. One terrible meal, coming right up. Do you have a preference for what I should fail cooking?

...I just realized that what the journal name is, and I love it.

[justgetseconds]

Not at all. Shall I meet you in the cafeteria, then?

Heehee, thanks! My typos yield beautiful things sometimes

[madscientits]

That sounds lovely. I'll meet you there in a few.

It is a very beautiful thing. Also, want me to make a log?

[justgetseconds]

Good day, madame.

[...Now she's going to try and figure out how to turn this off. Oops. Give her a bit.]

Shore! Terribad cooking always requires a log.

[madscientits]

[Stein chuckles. She's torn between wanting to help, and wanting to see just how long it'll take. Eventually, though, she shows mercy.]

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