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[headjacked]

Heyyyyyyyy, kiddo, you've reached me. Me who is Rhys. Anyway, not sure why you're trying to get in contact with the king of the dweebs, but I'm sure you've got your reasons. Reasons you should probably re-examine. I'm just sayin'.

Last chance to back out.

No?

Don't say I didn't warn ya.

Comments

[warriorscribe]

The food isn't the only thing we're treating ourselves to. Small comforts are important. I also have a fork and a bowl, if they will aid in the preparation.

[He is determined to make this the best pancake party ever. Or, at least as good as he can make it.]

[headjacked]

You're the man, man. We gotta find something nice to bring to you.

[warriorscribe]

I can't think of many things nicer than hot food. The pancakes are more than enough, themselves.

[More than he deserves, is the first thought that comes to mind. He surprises himself with how it doesn't wrack him with a physically painful guilt now, how certain he is it's false.]