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[redshirted]

Hey, anyone know where I can get a good meal 'round here? Cafeteria's great, don't get me wrong but I've been living off rations for the past week. [Ian starts pulling MRE wrappers out of his pockets and holding them up for the video] They sorta get old quickly, you know?

Anyway, I'd kill for a decent meal, [Ian pats his stomach and tries to look pathetic and starved. Maybe someone will take pity on him and cook for him.] if anyone's offering. I'll make it up to you somehow.

[Ian leans in like he's ready to stop the video and then stops like he suddenly remembered something.]

Oh and by the way--! I'll be replacing all of the locks on the storage rooms, so they can be unlocked from the interior. For, erm, safety concerns.

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[raced_god]

Why are you eating rations.

[redshirted]

...There was a stockpile of them.

[No, Ian, that's not an answer.]

[raced_god]

Where...was there a stockpile of them.

[redshirted]

In the utility _closet...

[raced_god]

Did you lock yourself in the closet.

[redshirted]

Someone locked it from the outside while I was in there.

[There is a difference and it is important to Ian.]

[tank_rockarms]

Uh, maybe you don't know about MREs but those are, you know, for emergencies. You ain't supposed to eat those for more than three weeks total. So, you know, a week ain't gonna kill you but it's sort of the opposite of a good idea.

[redshirted]

Yeah, I mean, they taste a little like sawdust. Better than starving, though, you know?

[tank_rockarms]

But there's a cafeteria... or restaurants in town if you've got money. So, I guess I don't get why you're eatin' MREs.

[redshirted]

I was in a little bit of a pinch.

[tank_rockarms]

What sorta pinch where you couldn't walk down to the cafeteria? Like, you're deathly afraid of bears?

[redshirted]

I was sorta.... stuck.

[rivalsolarbeam]

[What was that, you needed someone to take pity on you and cook? It was going to be hard to find someone like that around he-- oh nevermind that was really easy. Here was one now.]

... Do you like stroganoff?

[redshirted]

I'd probably eat anything as long as it was made fresh now, buddy.

[rivalsolarbeam]

Heh, fair enough. You can drop by the RA's room if you'd like a plate, then. The door's open.

doop doop action

[redshirted]

[Literally less than 10 minutes later a wild Ian appears at Bulba's door.]

Knock, knock. Hey!

doot doot doot

[rivalsolarbeam]

[Welcome to the RA suite, Ian. Bulba popped his head out from the kitchenette, waving Ian into the room.]

Hello! You can come grab a seat if you want.

[There was a cute little table in there and wafts of tasty smelling food stuffs filling the place.]

Do you have any food allergies or anything?

[redshirted]

[Yes food, yeeeees it smells delicious. If he wasn't hungry before, this is certainly making his stomach grumble.]

Nah. My mom used to call me a garbage disposal.

[He laughs a little bit while pacing around. Ian leans over and sniffs a few times, clearly very appreciative making polite mmm noises as appropriate and necessary.]

Thanks again. It's been awhile since I had a real meal.

[icequeen_aran]

I'd tell you to try the vending machines but don't do that.

There are a lot of options in the city, if you have adequate transportation.

[Not that it isn't within walking distance, but, you know.]

[redshirted]

Are you offering? You drive, I'd treat you to dinner.

[A very innocent between friends dinner, of course.]

[icequeen_aran]

That's awfully generous of you. There must be a catch.

[VERY INNOCENT. TOO INNOCENT TO EAT.]

[redshirted]

A catch? With me? Never! Just thought it'd be nice to hang out now that things have settled down.

[icequeen_aran]

I'll hold you to a couple of drinks at the very least. How's that?

[raced_god]

[redshirted]

Name a time and a place and you got it, Sam.