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This is David Alleyne, I'm not available at the moment.
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[doctopoda]

Oh, don't worry about that. I've been enjoying working my way through it! I'm sure if I really wanted, Peter could give me some pointers - the technology seemed common in his world.

[He may have a slightly biased vision of the tech levels there, seeing as he spent most of his time in that world in Peter's (friend's?) apartment. But like, the arc reactor and fabricator were just...sitting there? In someone's residence???

Otto opens the oven and removes the dishes with a careful claw - no oven mitts in sight. If you've got specialized heat-proof tools, may as well use them when you can.]

Looks good!

[helpdesk_hero]

Well, Peter Parkers seem to be prone to genius. It's a facet of theirs that seems to help.

[Those are useful tools and for a moment David is jealous]

This is one place where I don't back down from my pride. Instead I own it and say 'of course it does, I made it'.

[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.]