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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.

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[overclocking]

[He gives her another one of those odd, long looks, before just shrugging.]

Fair enough.

[atacarme]

. . . [shrugs]

It is a matter of pride. If you were told to live as something other than what you were, would you readily accept it, child?

[overclocking]

[...]

[overclocking]

[Well, you... probably weren't expecting him to crack up.

But.

He does.

It sounds self-deprecating at least???]

[atacarme]

. . .

[overclocking]

[Still with more than a little sarcastic mirth]

I think I'd just have to endure it.

[atacarme]

. . . why?

[overclocking]

Because the list of things more important than my pride is just a bit too long to ignore.

[atacarme]

. . .

[now it's her turn to laugh, but it's a weak sound]

It must be nice, to have such a list.

[overclocking]

It wasn't very long ago at all, that I didn't.

[He sighs, some of the mirth slipping away.]

Things can change quickly, and when you least expect it.

[atacarme]

. . . yes. I am quite aware of that.

[overclocking]

[He just tilts his head, like he's half expecting some kind of elaboration.]

[atacarme]

[just shakes her head]