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[doctopoda]

[From operating nuclear fusion reactors to taking casseroles out of the oven...they've really fallen in the world.]

I'll hold you to it. [The arms weave past David to set the dishes on the table, while Otto gets a serving spoon. Time for dinner!] I'm a decent cook at best. It was never my forte.

[It was Rosie's. When there's something missing, in what Otto says, it's nearly always her.]

[helpdesk_hero]

[Hey, perhaps they've risen. Now they are providing food. That's good.]

It was my father's forte. I chose to make it my own.

[doctopoda]

[They may or may not agree! Otto, for perhaps obvious reasons, doesn't much like to discuss the reactor with anyone, much less them.]

Admirable. Please, sit.

[AND THEN THEY EAT I GUESS]

wrap?

[helpdesk_hero]

I try my hardest.

[Indeed they do. And hey, it really is good.]