✧. ＊　𝐇 · 𝙾 · 𝙿。

I am /not/ gonna banish you into the void, Hop. 🫠

Well, sauce isn’t that thick either! That’s why it works so well on PIZZA. ( her logic is mostly sound. Smug, hands on hips. ) it’s time to cook, Hop!!!!

My season has arrived, time to brush off the old grimoire.

huh… ( jotting down— where’d she get the notepad from? — his words. ) Okay, okay. Flatbread and curry. I think we can make this work. now can we turn that into a pizza and get Ojiisan and Blaze to eat it?

… … is curry on toast a thing, too?

… so. so it’s not an urban legend? it’s an actual, real thing?

ojiisan usually cooks for me if needed, and I help out. Lee gives me treats; I’ve never seen it once.

WHAT WAS THE POINT OF SPENDING THREE YEARS IN WYNDON IF I NEVER GOT THE BEANS ON TOAST URBAN LEGEND.

(Decides whether to harass him or not. . well you only live once. He pinched his nose.)

(Watches him for a moment, smiles and let's him rest.)

Awee... Should sleep if he's tuckered out..

— lie. It wasn’t a lie, so she could mend her stomach. “Fresh air, some time away from here. A look into this whole… registration thing. In the end, nobody can /reeaalllyyy/ be mad. . . . It’s just happening off grounds, is all. Out of this Shelter you’ve been put in.”

Winces and instinctively tries to check for bruising. "Hop, that's enough. One suicidal self-harming sibling is enough thank you."