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[emulsions]

[ This is the first time he's really doing this shit on this mind-imposed social network, so bear with him. ]

I'm a shitty judge of timing, so maybe this isn't...a good time, but—

I've got this batch of Twinkies. If you've never seen one, it's a 4-inch traditional sponge cake with a cream filling. Vanilla only. They're as close to store-bought as you're gonna get in this place.

If you've got a hankering for processed junk from home, I'll be at the Nocwich square handing them out whenever the doors open again.

...

Okay, that's all, thank you.

(( ooc: threadjacking welcome; if you reply, you can assume your character got a twinkie. feel free to spontaneously make other food requests. ))

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[tedandroses]

If you're sure. I know what you mean about not going crazy, at least, but. I assume you're not manifesting ingredients out of nowhere.

I -- yeah, actually. I mean, not in a way that was ever making a lot of money, but. I was in a band, and I had some of my own slightly more songwriter-y stuff on a back burner. Do you play?

[emulsions]

Chef lets me do what I want with the shit we can't use.

Oh yeah? That's cool. I don't, no. I don't end up with a lot of spare time on my hands.

[ He's excellent at One Thing and this is the only thing he will ever do. ]

[tedandroses]

Chef? Do you all have restaurants over there?

That's fair, I can imagine not. I don't know anything about making pastry, so... Is this what you did back home? I mean, not Twinkies, per se.

[emulsions]

What? No, I'm—I work in the kitchen. At the castle.
Something like that. I was a cook, just...a different kind than I am now.