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[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.

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[makes a face]

Quite so. Take your boots off - you will just make them worse walking around with them covered.

[ ... removing them?? mild blisters, as he said. he recently spent too much time walking on something hot. ]

I had intended to sit.

[trying not to look like she cares too much but :|]

Sitting or standing, the boots will make them worse.

[ .... :| reluctantly folding his feet under his chair then. ]

And yet I would prefer not to have them on display.

Would you prefer infection instead?

I have had worse.

. . .

Admittedly with the aid of modern medicine to heal me.

None of which is available here, yes?

Watson is still medically inclined.

[handwave]

But her resources are limited, yes.

Yes.

In any case. I will rest and be perfectly fine.

Yes, yes. I am sure your doctor friend will care for you.

Associate.

. . . associate.

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