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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?]

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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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