AUDIENCE FOR: Lup

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mostly void, partially stars.

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week 0, saturday

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[vulpecula appears behind lup a few moments after she rings the bell.]

Well, that was a lot.

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You - all need to stop doing that. Hi. Yes. It sucked.

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Sorry, sorry!

[they hold up their hands placatingly.]

...it really did. Are you holding up okay?

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[a pause, as her jaw works, and then:]

No? But not because I'm all broken up over Siegfart or whatever his name is. I'm just real mad.

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...want to talk about it?

[a beat.]

Or if you don't, we could just go to the kitchen and you could cook to distract yourself. Maybe beat up some dough? I've heard that's really therapeutic!

[evocationary]

[that actually makes her laugh a little, and she rubs at her face.]

Uh - sure. Yeah, let's... do that. I don't know if I can talk without screaming a little, but beating up dough sounds like fun.

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[vulpecula nods, then turns away from the desk and gestures for lup to follow them to the kitchen! they stride forward confidently, as if they own the place.

or, like, as if they work there and know they're allowed to go wherever they want.

they do at least have the good manners to hold the door open for her.]

All right, what kind of thing with dough do we want to make today?

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[she's grateful, and it shows on her face a bit as she follows.]

Hmmm... I don't know. Bread is pretty soothing.

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Bread should be fine! I think I've read a few recipes for it, but I've never made it before... maybe you could teach me?

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Sure thing.

[i'm not going to look up bread recipes to do this properly so just imagine they are making bread while they talk]

You guys are trying to help us, I'm seeing.

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What? No. We just work here. We're not here to help anyone.

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Oh, okay. So that French Toast was just really good, then? Got it.

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It was given to me by one of you guys! It would have been rude of me not to eat it.

[they look around the kitchen, gaze lingering (well, maybe? stupid veil) on the darker corners as they pull out the various ingredients they'll need for bread.]

I told someone else during the trial, "giving hints" isn't in my job description.

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Uh huh.

[she's not going to push, because she doesn't want to accidentally get them in trouble. she's smiling a bit, though.]

I'm surprised we got it at all, actually.

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I mean it! If you guys got an idea from something I was doing on my own that was totally unrelated, it's not my fault.

...I'm not too surprised. You guys are smart and the clues were all there, you just needed a little more time to put it together. It's not anyone's fault he decided to go all stab-happy before some of the evidence made it back.

Well, not anyone's but his, I guess?

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No, no, you're right.

[she is rolling out dough, now.]

We'll get better at this. Unfortunately. It's always the first one of uh, uh. Trying to figure out how everybody works together.

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Yeah... also, it kind of seems like there was a lot of you? There's a saying about too many cooks or whatever. So it's no wonder things got a little out of hand with so many of you.

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Well! Good news about that - it'll be less cooks the longer we go!

[hahaha. ):]

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[


vulpecula punches the dough.]

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Girl, me too.

[she sighs, rubbing at her nose with her wrist.]

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—who are you calling a girl?!

[help]

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[HELP SKJDFK]

Whoa, it is - an expression, my bad!

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[they seem a little flustered.]

...sorry! Forget you heard that!

[evocationary]

No promises.

Gender-neutral nouns and nicknames only, got it.

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Whew! Thanks, Lup...