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[withak]

I have taken whale meat from a flying space whale that spits monsters, glazed it with ketchup, and covered it with mashed potato frosting.

Somewhere, an actual patissier is crying.

Miss Lambda, your cake is done. I've checked and made sure that it isn't poisonous.

Comments

[withak]

I don't think there would be much interest.

[stalemates]

sure there would, you said it was tasty!

[withak]

It is, but it's still a little odd.

[stalemates]

it just sounds funny, if they give it a chance, they'll like it for sure! the food here sucks anyway

[withak]

I'll consider it.

[stalemates]

something like this has to be shared with everyone

[withak]

Very well. A whale spit it is.

[stalemates]

yaaaaaaaay!!!! i'm going to come find you and give you a big hug, katsu! stay right there, okay?! Ｏ(≧∇≦)Ｏ

[withak]

[Oh God what.]

Miss Lambda, that isn't necessary...

[stalemates]

[Nope, sorry, she's already left the terminal and has gone to find him. Or rather, located him with magic, and teleported to his side to immediately throw her arms around him.]

Thank you, thank you, thank yo~ou~!

[withak]

[lksflkdlfkdlf

He has totally frozen up, and is now a bright shade of red.]

[stalemates]

[Good. Because she's going to keep doing it. And even rub her cheek against his.]

You're the greatest!

[withak]

[Too much contact, do not want.]

Th-thank you... M-Miss Lambda, could you let go of me, please?

[stalemates]

Oh. Sure, whatever you want, Katsu!

[She lets go, but keeps hanging around right beside him.]

So where's that whale cake?

[withak]

It's in the cafeteria - come with me.

[stalemates]

Did I say you're the greatest yet? Because you are!

[withak]

I think you've said that.

[He leads her down to the cafeteria, where there is, in fact, a whale cake.]

[stalemates]

...This is so cool. You made the whale cake super cool!!

[withak]

Why thank you.