[In the galley, cooking up some sweet things!--actually, jsut BBQ chicken on pizza, but it smells sweet, and he uses brown sugar, sorry. When it's out of the oven, which he's been watching Gaius for half the time he's been cooking, hr brings it out, and over, and plops it down on the table near by. Sitting down across from him he stuffed a slice into his mouth, nomming on it.]
[He hasn't said a word at ALL since he started to cook. Now?]
Dude, you look like heck. Have pizza. The right side is for you.
[the left side is the same, but with gummie bears on it...]
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[He hasn't said a word at ALL since he started to cook. Now?]
Dude, you look like heck. Have pizza. The right side is for you.
[the left side is the same, but with gummie bears on it...]