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Posted: Fri Oct 06, 2006 9:56 pm
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Posted: Sat Oct 07, 2006 7:58 am
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 6:01 pm
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Posted: Mon Oct 09, 2006 7:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 5:13 pm
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((Sorry, been feeling brain-dead. And btw, she didn't point at Lazoras, she just had her index finger up, so it would have been pointing at the ceiling.))
She clapped two times with flat palms in the way that a small child would do, then had a look of slight shock as he said he was pretty sure he remembered where it was. How could someone forgot where food was at? That was her question. Watching him think about it, then seeming to remember, she felt a bit better. He worried her sometimes, as it seemed once in awhile his memory was worse than her own. "Then we're off, eh?" She kept smiling her smile, she enjoyed walks, perhaps not so much right now but on a regular day she did. Besides, it was food in which they were heading towards.
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Posted: Wed Oct 11, 2006 7:36 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 12, 2006 5:18 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 5:48 pm
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When he took her hand, she looked up at him with a gentle smile, changing from that smug look she had before. It was true--she could be, and often was, a person of many faces. Pulling out her key with her other hand, she unlocked the door to her room, without any problems this time, turning so she entered her room backward so she could hold both of his hands. She couldn't believe it--she was getting a chance to make him a meal! She couldn't possibly explain the joy she felt in doing something so seemingly simple. She felt a slight blush come to her cheeks as she asked a question--she asked because she wasn't sure if he'd mind or not, even though it was technically her room. "Uhm... would you mind if I washed up first, though?" she felt embarrassed by the question, but she traditionally was quite clean before she did cooking of any sort.
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Posted: Mon Jan 29, 2007 8:57 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 6:06 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 8:08 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 02, 2007 10:40 pm
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She began chopping the vegetables into thin sticks and stars, waiting for the water in the pot to boil. Originally, she'd intended to make a bento, but then she remembered she forgot how to make rice, so she was going to improvise a bit. After finishing the prep, she put some spaghetti noodles in the pot and put another pot over that and added the vegetables with a little oil, and lidded it. It took a good fifteen-twenty minutes, but nothing seemed to turn out horribly wrong and she was feeling relieved. Grabbing to plates, she put some spaghetti noodles on each and topped it off with the vegetables, adding a little salt for taste. "Well, hope it's alright. Haven't cooked since some time before I moved, y'know?"
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Posted: Mon Feb 12, 2007 12:03 am
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 6:05 pm
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She watched what he was doing, and he was obviously hungry, and she couldn't help but laugh a little. "You haven't even tried it yet," she shook her head. After a moment or two, she sighed a little. He had obviously been raised different than she, she noted, for he just stood there staring at the food instead of taking it. "Just pick one, honestly." Although the words by themselves might seem harsh, she was laughing through them. He ways seemed silly to her, but there was must have been reason he practiced them. Her method had always been guests first, and they get to pick. But she was nevertheless entertained by him, it was so funny to watch. "It's not poisoned, I swear." Again, she was laughing as she spoke, she wasn't accusing him at all of thinking upon the lines of any such thoughts.
((It just takes me forever to think of what to do))
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Posted: Wed Feb 14, 2007 7:29 pm
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