Melkor: *sleepy and curled up on Eowyn's lap*
Eowyn: *pets her*
Melkor: I set fire to the kitchen again
Eowyn: I noticed.
Melkor: Frying pans are hard
Eowyn: I'd like you not to cook when I'm not around. I don't know if we'll ever get the smell of burned monkey fur out of the place.
Melkor: Veaner is mad at me >.>
Eowyn: I can't really blame him.
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