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[cymru_am_bith]

[ The kitchen currently is occupied by one nation, who not only is chopping up leeks by the dozen but is also humming under his breath, strangely in tune. Mr Shut-In is in the kitchen right now, cooking up a mean lamb stew with a lot (and I mean a lot) of leeks. Confuse for England y/n/leekspin? ]

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[godownunderme]

You know we can smell the leeks from outside, right?

[cymru_am_bith]

'S th' scent of transcendence, boyo. Y' might na' know a tic 'bout tha', though, eh?

[godownunderme]

Heh, a little.

[cymru_am_bith]

T'ain't a shock t' me, boyo. Bu' I dunna' condone not a bit o' tha' kangaroo meat of yers, so yer at a loss, that ye are.

[ask_me_arse]

[O HAY I SMELL FOOD.]

[cymru_am_bith]

Èire, t'ain' a need t' be skulkin' abou', eh?

[ask_me_arse]

So you'll give a bit here, then?

[ooc: If I vanish, I apologize. My computer got infected baaaaaaad, so it's been turned over to the tender mercies of the tech department and I'm on computer lab machines until I hear the prognosis...]

[cymru_am_bith]

Aye, boyo, if ye've no complaint abou' leeks.

[ and your bowl, it is being prepared ]

[ooc; oh shi-- damned viruses! Hope it turns out well, though...]

[we_conquered]

...

[ Well hello there. Fancy seeing you here. ]

[cymru_am_bith]

[ yes, you look very familiar. ]

Oi, if ye came t' fight me lads, boyo, yer abou' a few cent'ries too late, there.

[vital_rose]

Do you think you have enough leeks in there, mon cher?

bad pun attack / leek=leak

[iseeunicorns]

He doesn't have as many as you do in your head, gitface.

[vital_rose]

And you would know all about the contents of my head, non?

[iseeunicorns]

Of course I do. It's empty after what little remained of your brains spilt out!

[chinaniisan]

[Is attracted by the smell of fooood.]

So many leeks, aru...

[ooc: Lamb stewwww *_____*]

[cymru_am_bith]

'S no' nearly enough, tha' it's no'.

[ chop chop chop there go in more ]