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[tinylittleonion]

*has been cooking again, after bringing in cherries from the cherry trees and deciding on a whim to make varenyky -- perhaps it's careless of him, for he doesn't think of where the flour comes from and whether it ought to be rationed, but it's an innocent, open-hearted sort of impulse, and it would be spoiled with too much worrying. he only takes a

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[john_ofdarkness]

*assuming that he is the 'dear friend' mentioned, John will be in his room, sitting in the window and scratching notes idly on a pad of paper. scripting dialogue; it's never been a strong suit of his. all of his characters have the same speech patterns, and it annoys him; therefore he spends more time looking out at the gardens, the treeline, anyone who should pass by*

[tinylittleonion]

*knock, knock~!*

[john_ofdarkness]

*jerking alert, sliding down from the windowsill* Who's there?

[tinylittleonion]

*opens the door* Ah, you're in. *smiles* I'd hoped you'd be.