[There are catbots EVERYWHERE around the kitchen, constantly cooking and bringing out buffet dishes. But Beelzebub has at least cornered off an enormous soup pot on one of the stove tops and has a few of his ingredients already out on the counter.
He emerges from the pantry with a few more items and an entire onion crammed into his mouth. But his eyes see the teen, and he awkwardly attempts a wave with a couple of his fingers, before nodding his head towards the pot.]
[He shakes his head, carefully depositing some beef stock and star shaped noodles onto the counter so that he can properly take the onion out from his bite...
...only to chomp it like it was an apple.]
'Ts f'r me. [And he'll just gently pat the other onions already on the counter as he swallows. They're free from murder for now.] I got too hungry looking for the pasta.
[Oh, thank goodness. Even if watching him just take a bite of the onion is a bit alarming…]
I’m surprised you don’t carry snacks in your pocket, or something.
[Surely he could snack on something better then a raw onion?? But he’s still nodding stepping up to the counter to look over the spread of ingredients.]
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well i'm awake now so go ahead and ask
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I wanted to see if you'd like to help. You know, for your task.
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sure, i can come with. what are you planning on making?
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I wanted to make enough for the cabana, but if you help and like how it tastes, I want to make sure you can have some, too.
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i’ll meet you in the kitchens for lunch, then!!
[And true to his word, he will be there once the afternoon rolls around! He’s punctual, at least.]
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He emerges from the pantry with a few more items and an entire onion crammed into his mouth. But his eyes see the teen, and he awkwardly attempts a wave with a couple of his fingers, before nodding his head towards the pot.]
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You better not be putting that in the soup.
[Beel!! Hygiene!!!]
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...only to chomp it like it was an apple.]
'Ts f'r me. [And he'll just gently pat the other onions already on the counter as he swallows. They're free from murder for now.] I got too hungry looking for the pasta.
Do you like vegetables?
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I’m surprised you don’t carry snacks in your pocket, or something.
[Surely he could snack on something better then a raw onion?? But he’s still nodding stepping up to the counter to look over the spread of ingredients.]
Yeah, I do.