002 ♍ In Which Our Correspondent Discovers The Function Through Which To Visually Broadcast

[mamadonna]

[ The video clicks on to show Dolorosa fussing with the computer. Well, most of her. Only the bottom of her head is visible, as whoever used this terminal last is far shorter than she is. After a few moments of this, the camera shakes and refocuses to show her face, and after double-checking it against the display on the monitor, she smiles and places her hands in her lap.

She looks tired, and the bags under her eyes have deepened from getting very little sleep this past month. ]

Well, I'm pleased to see they have heard and followed my suggestion to improve the cafeteria menu! The recent state of affairs has been simply atrocious, we can't have growing children expected to receive their necessary sustenance from such negligent offerings.

More than this, it allows little excuse for one to not eat healthfully, so I must encourage you all to observe your proper nutritional schedule each day. Should you require assistance, or perhaps more direct motivation, [ ie. her pulling you by the ear to the cafeteria ] my services remain available.

I'm glad to see local operations improving following the dreadful events of the past weeks.

[ Of course, she...doesn't know about the puffer fish soup... ]

Comments

[geometry]

It usually is. [But then, with that thing you never know. He walks across the room, pulling on oven mitts as he goes. Somehow in the many months he's been using this kitchen, the pit of fire isn't as terrifying as it once was... but that doesn't mean one shouldn't take simple safety precautions!]

[...Because oven mitts will totally save him if the thing decides to lock him in.]

[mamadonna]

Uh... [ She'd meant to go in herself, spare him the danger, but given that he was already ahead of her, the least she could do was hold the door to ensure just that didn't happen! ]

[geometry]

Thank you... [And guess who didn't even notice? The answer is this guy, because--] ...these smell very good.

[mamadonna]

I'm glad they're to your liking. [ She brings out a couple plates and spreads the fruit along them, then spatulas the paratha on to the center. ] Just a bit of butter and we should be ready to eat.

[geometry]

[He nods obediently and fetches said butter from the fridge, along with a knife, which he sets in front of Dolorosa. Handing people knives is always awkward.]

[mamadonna]

[ She slices off a portion on top of the paratha and puts a fork on the plate before sliding it over to him. She then does the same for her own. ]

Enjoy.

[geometry]

Thank you very much, ma'am.

[Really, he is thankful. People like the Dolorosa are not a familiar sight to him. This woman even took time out of her schedule to show so much concern for others, including him. He's not very good at admitting it, but he quite looks up to you now, Dolorosa.]

[mamadonna]

It is no trouble. I'm only glad to see you properly fed.

[ It's become an instinct to her at this point. She sees a need, she must do everything in her power to fulfill it. With everything she's been through in her long life, it's the only way she can feel of use anymore.

And so, with that, she takes her own fork and digs in. ]