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[truth_is_cold]

[Public | Audio]

I'm going to need extra help on the dinner shift for a few days until Ben is prepared to assist me again. I don't care who.

[And that's the extent of that message. He's guessing if anyone wants to speak with him, they will. And if they don't, they hopefully just got tired of this place and left.]

[Private to Dylan | Audio]

Did you make it out alright?

Comments

[truth_is_cold]

There aren't exactly a lot of people tripping over each other to help.

Private

[with_my_teacup]

I promised Anya something particular for dinner anyway, if I accidentally make enough for everyone it shouldn't be an issue.

Re: Private

[truth_is_cold]

[Oh, there's a much needed snort.] And then Richard B. Riddick accidentally fed over a hundred people.

Woops.

Re: Private

[with_my_teacup]

[He gives his most delicate, elegant-handed shrug.]

Gosh, I just lost track of the time.

Private | And as slow threads progress you get a forever late reply.

[truth_is_cold]

By the way, Arya was mentioning she had venison pies at home. Do you think you can bring in a deer in time for dinner tomorrow?

[Because thank god the CES is back to normal.]

Private

[with_my_teacup]

You don't have to twist my arm on that one. I'll go out for it as soon as the breakfast shift is over.