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Thunk.
Thud.
An apple, knife embedded neatly through the middle, hits the carpet with a dull thump. Havelock looks vaguely affronted, and moves it discreetly into the correct target, a small wooden bowl.
How embarrassing.
Thunk.
Hmm. Better.
Thud.
An apple, knife embedded neatly through the middle, hits the carpet with a dull thump. Havelock looks vaguely affronted, and moves it discreetly into the correct target, a small wooden bowl.
How embarrassing.
Thunk.
Hmm. Better.
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Date: 2006-10-15 11:45 pm (UTC)From:He has lunch!
It is ON FIRE.
"Care for a taste?" he says magnanimously, waving the blazing confection under Havelock's nose (though not close enough to melt off anything crucial).
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Date: 2006-10-16 07:26 pm (UTC)From:no subject
Date: 2006-10-19 03:33 am (UTC)From:And holds out the pudding.
Expectantly.
It is still on fire.
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Date: 2006-10-21 12:13 am (UTC)From:...
Swallow.
"...Interesting."