MISTER STEAKS AND FANDANDANNY

[gluttoning]

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[gluttoning]

[There's a sigh, as well as what one might assume to be a rolling of the eyes from the other side of the world. But it doesn't sound like he wants to argue about this, either.]

Your guild? I don't think I'm much a fit for what you asked for, but if you just need help with the food... I guess I could come. So long as I get some too.

[trollophoroi]

Hm? To help? Oh, I meant that you would be invited so you can join us, not to help prepare. I should be able to manage that on my own. Although, if you aren't sure about the guild itself, how about I invite you as a guest to the dinner party instead? You can see how you feel about it.

[ No need to rush anything. If it isn't his vibe, that's fine, and Amon isn't going to bother with pushing the notion. ]

Just... try not to bring your brother. We don't usually get along.

[gluttoning]

Oh. Sure. I wouldn't mind being a guest. Thanks.

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Don't worry about it. I've heard plenty from Levi about how you're some sort of troublemaker. I wouldn't ask him to come. Arguments don't really make for good dinner.

[trollophoroi]

Mmhm, that they do not, but you know what does make a good dinner? Me!

[ Someone's very confident in their cooking skills. ]

Ah, but until then. You'll get an invite to that separately but I'll let you know when I have the picnic all packed far sooner. Any suggestions for that? Anything you'd like Lily to try?

now that I'm done crying about a dead body: oh right dinner

[gluttoning]

[A pause as he considers.]

Maybe something fresher. I brought him a lot of the carnival snacks, but we can cook more things freehand now.

I wonder if he'd like to experience that.

[trollophoroi]

Oh, I agree. When I asked for suggestions, I did mean anything, anything at all. I've been cooking for myself since I was fifteen, so even if I do not know how to make it, I can learn.

[ A deliciously home-cooked picnic, straight from the... data stream? Or something? ]

[gluttoning]

[There's a quiet chuckle on the other end of the phone.]

You're gonna be here for a while if you're serious about asking me for suggestions.

[He has been to every restaraunt in a 15 mile radius of his current location and he could probably list their menus if he was hungry enough.]

[trollophoroi]

[ There's a quiet huff of laughter. ]

Alright, then, how about your top three foods? Of all time? I can choose which is suitable for a picnic.

1/2

[gluttoning]

[Immediately:]

Double cheeseburger with roasted gouda, medium rare, lettuce, tomato, carmellized onion, pickle, dijon mustard, brioche bun, toasted.

/2

[gluttoning]

[And after a handful of seconds:]

I like normal American barbeque spreads, too. Yknow, chips, cold salads, roasted vegetables, whatever roasted meat you can find.

Turkey legs are good, too.

[trollophoroi]

[ Wow, this is all... super American. That isn't a surprise, though. ]

So definitely some kind of grilled or roasted meat, that seems very apparent here. Hmm. I think I can manage the burgers. They should stay hot in my inventory. Chips, something with vegetables, a fruit salad, maybe some soft drinks?

[gluttoning]

Heh. Sounds fine to me. Just let me know when.

[A pause, and then:]

Is it okay to contact you back on this number?

[trollophoroi]

Of course. I'll keep this phone just for you, so feel free to call me anytime.

[gluttoning]

Mn. Same here.

[Oof, he has been sitting still for too long. There's a huff of breath over the receiver as though he's getting up from a seated position, jogging in place to get his legs back in action.]

I can't call on Saturdays unless it's an emergency. Season games are starting. But I can try to respond if you need it.

[trollophoroi]

Games? Ah, that's fine. It's not as though we'll need to speak constantly.

You're also free to email me if it's for anything unrelated to the bug or Lily. Good luck with your season, Mr. Blake.