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Who: Uraeus, that other noodle ( also I guess OTHER OPHI AND THEIR COOKS?! )
Where: U...URAEUSY... PLACE?/ophi place...?
When: Day 173, noon
What:

[ BREADSTICK WENCH, MAKE US FOOD. ]

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[becomes pretty absorbed in what he's doing. he even seems to be enjoying himself a little!]

[Continues to watch what he's doing, moreso out of curiousity than actual ogling.

Maybe a little ogling]

[there is always the ogling]

[It doesn't help you're using icons like that.]

[I'm helping]

[helping you get drugged maybe.]

[ah]

[Oh yes]

[has finished the opening plate—basically, fish and lime, with lots of tasty spices]

[hands him a plate]

Thank you~

You're welcome.

[goes back to finishing Zim's Fried Things]

It's good, by the way.

I'm relieved.

And you cook like this everyday?

If I had the ingredients, I would. Unfortunately, us normal blanks are a little more restricted. Or a lot more.

Oh, severely limited.

Mm. But we get by.

This is fun, though. I like it.

It's nice to enjoy your work.

So, if you're still interested, still want to sign a contract and seal the deal?

Let's see it.

[pushes a large envelope that's been on the table all along towards you]

Sign in whichever name you're most comfortable with.

[picks it up and reads, eyes slightly narrowed]

[There is a lot of stuff written; if you try and read it all it might take a while.]

[reads it all]

[whisking a bowl with his free hand]

Any objections?

Please clarify the wording in this section. [points]

It's not that I don't trust you. I just don't want anything to be vague.