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[gredya]

((Warning for (non-gory) dead animals!))

Busy day today for Gredya.

First she's in the kitchen, putting up one more freezer bag of meat. That's enough for now, she thinks: she's filled one shelf, a cache for the hardest times of winter. She has another bag, marked again with a note like last time: Ganibal Leckter. You see this before? Gredya. It'll wait for him at one end of the bar if he doesn't happen to show up. Inside--if anyone cares to snoop on Lecter's mail!--is a smallish dog-like creature (deceased) with a forked tail-tip and oddly squared-off ears.

Once she's taken care of that, she heads outside with a stack of books. It's not just her adult-literacy text now. She's expanding her reading material.

(And she's botherable in either location!)

Comments

[cook_the_rude]

It's not even difficult -- everything goes back onto the cart Lecter brought out.

[gredya]

Very useful, that.

Gredya's heart really isn't in the kitchen, so...well, despite her theoretical willingness to help, Lecter may find himself needing to do most of the dishes himself.

[cook_the_rude]

That is what dishwashers are for, anyway.-


[[OOC: Wrap here? Do the BBQ as a post, or handwave they did it?]]

[gredya]

((Sounds like a wrap! Up to you if you want to do a BBQ post at some point; I'll cheerfully enable Hannibal cooking, but we don't have to.)

[cook_the_rude]

[[OOC: Let's millitime it in a few days -- but first, we have something else to do.]]