"Er, no thanks. Dish soap isn't very delicious, Wens," Brian added severely. He hopped over to the table and leaned back in one of the chairs, contemplating his fingernails.*
"Dunno. It doesn't help me sleep, really. But I know there's a kitchen down here, so I got to eat, or else my stomach sulks. Anyway, I love kitchens." He squirmed happily. "They're all warm."
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Date: 2006-12-31 08:25 pm (UTC)"Dunno. It doesn't help me sleep, really. But I know there's a kitchen down here, so I got to eat, or else my stomach sulks. Anyway, I love kitchens." He squirmed happily. "They're all warm."
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*Dirty.