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[psynchroneyes]

WHO: Clover!!! (and visitors, if any)
WHERE: Clover, as always
WHEN: Day 82

POST RITUAL SHENANIGANS

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[psynchroneyes]

So... two hours?

[doggonemad]

'bout that much, yeah.

[psynchroneyes]

Please actually pick a night to sleep for real.

[doggonemad]

[ waves a hand. ]

I pass out fer awhile once every couple've days. Don't worry about it!

[psynchroneyes]

I'm a little worried about it.

[doggonemad]

Ya really shouldn't be!

[psynchroneyes]

That can't be good for an old man's health, you know.

[doggonemad]

Have you seen how much I smoke?

[psynchroneyes]

Oh, right, forgive me. That makes everything better.

[doggonemad]

Just sayin'! My health is what it is.

[psynchroneyes]

I'll come check back in twenty years.

[doggonemad]

[ he will look exactly the same. ]

Sure, sure.

[psynchroneyes]

[ vampire... ]

Whatever. I'm making more rice if you want any.

[doggonemad]

Wouldn't mind some.

[psynchroneyes]

Once it's done, help yourself. Too bad there's no miso soup to go with it...

[doggonemad]

Huh . . . yeah. Bet we could figure somethin' out.

[psynchroneyes]

Got any ideas? Not like half of the ingredients even exist here.

[doggonemad]

Ideas? Naw. But I'm thinkin' if we make a list of shit we're lookin' for, we could run it over to Daisy an' talk it over with her. Maybe she could give us ideas or a nudge in the right direction.

[psynchroneyes]

Oh—yeah, that's true. Maybe I should drop by more often now that I know a thing or two about cooking.

[doggonemad]

Right? Should be able ta figure somethin' out.

[psynchroneyes]

Yeah, maybe, but I'll look into it later. But first—brunch!

[doggonemad]

Brunch! Ya really are spoilin' us.

[psynchroneyes]

Well, I was hungry, so you get to reap the benefits.

[doggonemad]

Heh! I'll take it.

[psynchroneyes]

Good.

But it is nice to cook for more than myself for a change.