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[nolittlesecret]

This is the inbox of Nari Reno. Leave a message. Will not answer faxes because this is not the stone age.

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[nolittlesecret]

Yeah, but it takes practice. I wasn't a wonder chef overnight! Been cooking since I was a wee little laddie. [No that totally wasn't an accent at the end of that sentence not at alllllll]

Homemade is always better than instant!

[That's why they both make something, and that way at least one dish is edible.]

[photoshooter]

If you say so! Remember: no frame for comparison, here.

[He's only been alive for, like, two days.]

So when should we expect you over? You need directions to our temple?

[nolittlesecret]

True... I can still whip you into shape one way or another.

[Two days of... easy living?]

Well, I can drop off the food with directions, but I gotta skedaddle right away. I haven't walked Argo yet today.

[photoshooter]

Isn't that one of your cats? You walk your cat?

[nolittlesecret]

Argo is a Clydesdale. A horse. They need regular exercise.

[photoshooter]

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Uh.

[nolittlesecret]

......... do you not know what a horse is?

[photoshooter]

I have no idea what a horse is.

[nolittlesecret]

.... whenever you come over, you will get to meet one. He's a sweetheart, if bigger than he should be for a gelding.

[photoshooter]

[:D!! New animal friends! Prompto sounds, and is, delighted.]

Okay! Lookin' forward to it!

[nolittlesecret]

I should probs get to making some of the cat food for ya two. Tell Lucy I'll be by, and if not, I'll send Mark your way. Don't mind him. He's a soulless bloke.

[photoshooter]

Huh? Oh, sure. Okay. Thanks so much, man! You're a lifesaver!

[nolittlesecret]

No problem. Talk to you later, Prom.

[Yep. Still going to call you that.]