[Action/Voice] 1st leaf

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[It was early enough in the morning that the sun was barely rising above the horizon when Canada had found himself waking up in some unknown kitchen. After briefly poking around the place, he decided not to wanter too far since he wasn't sure if someone else was in the place or not (and he wasn't too sure he wanted to find out just yet in case he

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Hope this is okay?

[consultmybooks]

[And it is the sight of Canada making pancakes that greets Giles when he makes his way back to the kitchen late morning.

...pause.

Huh.

A New Feather making pancakes. This is officially new to him.]

Hello?

perfectly ♥.

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[At least he's decent enough at cooking and doesn't usually burn things. Plus, pancakes are his specialty so hopefully Giles doesn't mind too much.

...he can always put on bacon, too, or something.

But, oh. Jumping a bit, he turned around quickly and looked a bit embarrassed, as if he had just been caught doing something horrible.]

O- oh! H- hello. ...is this your kitchen?

[consultmybooks]

...only in the sense that I live on this floor.

[Giles goes to the kitchen cabinets and pulls out a couple of plates.] We share them here in the community buildings.

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S- sorry. I didn't mean to intrude. I just didn't know if I was meant to stay or if someone just dropped me off... [He'd be out of his hair soon. After he did the dishes, of course, since it's the polite thing to do and he would hate to leave dirty dishes after pretty much helping himself.]

Is there any maple syrup around? [Not that it really mattered in the end since butter worked just fine. Or anything. In the meantime, he'd be putting the pancakes on the plates.]

voice

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[That....voice is so familiar....]

...Ah, hello?

voice;

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[...sorry. He's not quite too sure who's speaking at him. He apologises in advance.]

...this thing talks?! [Clearly he didn't pay too much attention.]

voice;

[4000excuses]

--!! O-oh, I did not mean to startle you. I'm speaking to you from the journal. The, ah, book at your side.

[Why is this voice so familiar....?]

voice;

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[Books shouldn't be able to speak. Then again, he shouldn't be in some stranger's kitchen making breakfast, either, so maybe he's just having some strange dream or something. On the other hand, it felt extremely real to him.] I- it's okay. I'm... just not quite used to it.

...are you the journal, itself?

voice; there's never such a thing as late~

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O- oh! Not really... I was just trying to figure everything out, actually.

voice;

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That would be correct. I'm still trying to figure everything out.