Kitchen Spam - saturday morning

[with_my_teacup]

[The breakfast menu just got kid friendly-- and the kitchen just got a lot better secured. No little hands in sharp places, or high places, or hot places; Riddick has it locked down. He's also keeping a serious eye on the mess hall, dividing his attention between waffles and doing walkarounds.

Unfortunately, he's not quite himself. He found this pair of smoked eyeglasses... and he's been trying not to talk ever since he put them on. Fucking floods, am I right.]

Comments

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

Tragically, life seldom is.

[Spam]

[little_red_wolf]

But what about food?

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

You will have as much as you desire. From that side of the counter, young lady.

[Spam]

[little_red_wolf]

[She makes a little face, but moves toward the food. Then pauses,] What if you run out?

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

We never have yet. And the CES keeps us well supplied in game, more than we have ever needed.

[Spam]

[little_red_wolf]

What's the CES?