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[snappingturtle]

[So, after a hard morning of adventuring, our heroes are having a much needed rest back at the inns with their prizes. Some people may be busily chatting over the different robot parts that were found scattered across the city, but the turtles have bigger fish to fry.

Literally.

The kitchen of the Sword, Shield, and Spear is a flurry of activity and delicious smells in between Rapunzel flitting about and Mikey and Raph following after her to give basic instructions. The construction of pizza is an art after all.]

It's real easy! I mean—I don't get the dough, but the important thing to remember is dough, sauce, toppings. The dough's just to hold everything else together.

Comments

[snappingturtle]

[watching you and Rapunzel]

A lot of it, yeah . . .

[beeductionist]

[ she sure is acting like he's a big creeper... and he sure is kind of acting like one, the way he's skulking at the edges of the room and occasionally glancing at her hair. also, not wearing a shirt. ]

Good. I'm famished.

[snappingturtle]

Uh-huh.

Where's your shirt?

[beeductionist]

In my room.

[snappingturtle]

Why aren't you wearing it?

[beeductionist]

Because it is currently in use.

[snappingturtle]

With what?

[beeductionist]

Or with whom.