AUDIENCE FOR: Lup

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mostly void, partially stars.

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Comments

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I don't eat people's home cooking.

[evocationary]

I'm not going to poison you.

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[there's a shift in their posture that almost reads as uncomfortable, though their voice is still deadpan.]

I still don't want it.

[evocationary]

[hmmm. noted.]

What do you eat, if not someone else's food? Do you make all your own food?

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[they shrug. also i feel i must once again apologize to lup for everything.]

My own food. Rations. Meals not prepared with someone specific in mind.

[evocationary]

[don't apologize to her she loves this. gets her gremlin hands all over this puzzle box of an npc.]

Hmm. Is that a paranoia because everybody in your life sucks thing, or a I'm uncomfortable with people giving me things because then I owe them thing?

I guess it could be both.

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Who knows?

[evocationary]

Wow, a totally predictable answer!

Anyway. Come help me. You don't have to eat any of this but I am going to make you spend time with me.

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Not worried I'm going to poison it?

[evocationary]

Oh, please, please poison it. That'd be hysterical!

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Which is to say, you'd be an even bigger pain in the ass if I did.

[evocationary]

Yes. Absolutely. There is no winning for you in this scenario.

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[a sigh]

Whatever. Maybe this'll get Vulpecula off my ass. Fine, one meal. Still not eating it, though.

[evocationary]

Yesssss.

Did Vulpecula yell at you for something?

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[they shrug.]

They think I don't work enough. Then again, they're not wrong.

[evocationary]

I was told you're surprisingly diligent.

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Maybe they're a liar. Or maybe I have my moments. You'll just have to guess which is the truth.

[evocationary]

You probably have your moments. Like me!

[she takes a few steps backwards to lead to the kitchen...]

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[they follow, but also, deadpan:]

I'm not seeing it.

[evocationary]

Seeing what, my moments? Spy on me more.

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Gross. Pass.

[evocationary]

That's what I thought you'd say!

[she's in here getting ready to just fuck around with the food - this is an excuse to get lepus to actually speak to her, so she doesn't have anything in mind.]

So what do you do, then? If you don't work or spy on people.

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[they would say "mystery" but then lup might actually think there's anything interesting about them and they clearly can't have that?]

Watch grass grow.

[evocationary]

Fascinating. How fast does it grow per hour? Centimeters? Inches?

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I see no reason to share the fruits of my endeavours with you.