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

[with_my_teacup]

Never more than four or five; often two or three days. Very tolerable.

[versusnurture]

"Very tolerable."

[She might be making a little fun of him now, who knows. But just a little.]

And we're eating mac and cheese until then? Not complaining. I like mac and cheese. Just curious.

[with_my_teacup]

Entirely tolerable.

[He's trying to swear. It's not working. His face goes a little sour.]

I want to make sure that the children eat first; more complicated fare will be along once it is done cooking.

[versusnurture]

Damn tolerable.

[Does that help?]

So they don't cry. Pretty logical.

[with_my_teacup]

So that they eat, first and foremost.

[versusnurture]

You're way ready for this. I kind of expected everyone to be freaking out about it.

[with_my_teacup]

It happens quite frequently. I have been reduced in age myself, although that was some time ago.

[versusnurture]

Define "frequently". Should I start setting up craft projects and charging for my services?

[with_my_teacup]

Once, maybe twice in a year. Perhaps not profitable, but amusing for you.

[versusnurture]

I make a mean popsicle stick castle, I could teach everybody my skills.

[with_my_teacup]

It could only be an improvement to the architecture.

Do pardon me, the muffins are coming out.

[versusnurture]

Go for it. I'll just sit here thinking about popsicle stick architecture.