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[keephersafe]

Um...

*beep*

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no worries, happens

[verynormalturnipseller]

Neither is difficult. I work in the kitchen.

[keephersafe]

Oh, I mean--

[Not what he meant! The offer or difficulty isn't the problem.]

I can't really... taste things yet.

[So it would be more for Wen Ning than himself.]

[verynormalturnipseller]

Oh. Well, how about textures?

[He doesn't actually eat. Cooking at people is a technique he relies on, and he will not be so easily deterred.]

[keephersafe]

[Nod nod.]

I can do that.

[Textures are fine. In fact he tends to rely on them more, which makes it even more tragic when Julie doesn't manage to pick all the shell out when she breaks an egg badly.]

[verynormalturnipseller]

Good, I'll find you a decent mix of things, then.

[Variety seems key. Some interesting pickles, maybe, some filled sweets--he always tries to keep those handy as bribes--maybe something frozen. Fun!]

[keephersafe]

[He does appreciate the thoughtfulness even if he seems a bit uncertain.]

Okay then. [Nodnod.] When?

[verynormalturnipseller]

I have breakfast shift in the morning and I keep the clinic open a few hours in the afternoon. Is evening alright?

[keephersafe]

[Nod nod.]

Yeah. I work in the... the mornings mostly.

[verynormalturnipseller]

Oh, we match, then. Where? Dining hall?

[keephersafe]

[Nod nod!]

Okay, see you there.