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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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[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.

[rivalsolarbeam]

[Bulba was used to garbage disposal friends. Ian fit right in, especially with all those well timed complimentary noises.

He watched Ian for a moment as he stirred the saucy pot, laughing a bit.]

It seems like it! Did you have a really busy week or something?

[redshirted]

Yeah, something like that. Just caught up with a lot of important, uh, maintenance... man... duties.

[That is certainly one way of phrasing it. Ian leans over and sniffs again again, this time very clearly relieved now that he can stretch his legs and really appreciate not being stuck in a utility closet. Suddenly he remembers his manners, though, as he stands up straight and thrusts out his arm for a handshake.]

I'm Ian by the way.

[Because it would be rude to come eat someone's food and not even introduce himself!]

[rivalsolarbeam]

[Oh right introductions. Bulba set aside the ladle so he could properly give Ian's hand a good shake.]

Ha, nice to meet you! I'm Bulba.

[Here is a warm smile for the dude. More importantly, it's time for Bulba to go grab a plate out of one of the cabinets.]

Do you want a garbage disposal amount or should I go easy on you?

[redshirted]

I was in that closet for a long time...

[Garbage disposal amounts]

slides back into thread awkwardly late

[rivalsolarbeam]

[His stomach says garbage disposal amounts, but the helping of saucy noodles and chicken that is handed to Ian is the easy going kind.]

Then we'll start with a little one so you don't go rushing into a world of stomach pain.

[Which was what happened the last time Bulba gave a starved person a vast amount of food.]