w1 curfew: fóód court

[naeddre]

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[uncoincidental]

...how's the food?

[satisficing]

...Surprisingly what I was craving somehow. Want some?

[uncoincidental]

Sure... I suppose.

[what's he eating? i hope it's poisoned and they both die.]

[satisficing]

[WHAT THE HECK, STOP THAT.

He slides a tray in her direction. Not this eclectic ass tray of food. There's, like, cheeseburger sliders, some fries, a hot pretzel and cheese, something deep fried in battered balls.]

Help yourself.

[uncoincidental]

Thank you.

[she takes a fry.]

...how are you holding up? It feels like it's been a long week.

[satisficing]

Better than the ones who stumbled out of the kitchen and the cargo bay, so you don't have to worry.

[He gestures at the seat across if she'd like to sit.]

And I somehow dodged being turned into an animal. Imagine that.

[uncoincidental]

[she sits!]

All of that was... definitely something.

[so many animals...]

[satisficing]

[GOD.]

A mess.

[He will just say it.]

[uncoincidental]

[help. she laughs at that.]

A colossal mess, that's for sure. Although it was kind of funny to watch from the sidelines.

[satisficing]

[GIVES HER A WITHERING LOOK.]

I think the only thing someone may die of this week is exhaustion, if I'm honest. I've seen more animals in the last few days than I ever imagined.

[uncoincidental]

[sheba just smiles serenely. the worms in particular were hysterical.]

It was almost like this was a flying menagerie and not a delivery vessel.

[satisficing]

[He is so glad he didn't become a worm. SO GLAD.]

A delivery zoo. We're the animals.