Penthouse of Ormulus (NWS)

[godinakilt]

Camulus had found a box of Kraft Dinner in their cupboards.

It had gone into the trash.

Now he was making real pasta, with just as much cheese but all those other necessary bits of a proper dish, like vegetables and chicken. He really, really had to break these bad habits of Orlin's.

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[ascended_being]

Orlin had decided enough was enough and had been out scoring the local junkshops for parts. He needed something to keep him occupied.

For about thirty seconds he struggled with the key, then came in kicked the door closed behind him.

"What smells so good?" he called, sticking his two huge boxes in a corner where he'd set up a work bench.

[godinakilt]

"Real food," Camulus grunted, barely glancing up. "No more of that boxed, prepackaged crap you usually eat."

[ascended_being]

"I like my boxed prepackeged food," Orlin called, setting a few objects on the table and easily dismanteling them, "I have decided I hate cooking."

[godinakilt]

"Well, you'll have to learn to like it," Camulus replied, popping an uncooked bit of pepper in his mouth. "I won't have those things in my house."