41st Pret

[tuliphead]

[A; Phone]

So I got a bunch of fresh supplies to make some sushi. Some real, honest-to-god sushi. I know I tried making the best I could with what they have at the market here, but I think we all know that wasn't all that good. So now I've got the real deal and I'd like to share! If you want some let me know. I should be able to make a couple pretty big batches, so don't be shy!

[B; Action]

[At 948 Beulah Street, Himeno is busy in the kitchen making sushi! Family is welcome to come poke around and anyone who called is welcome to come get their share of sushi!]

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[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

Ah, sure! I like cooking a lot, so I could give you a few recipes if you want.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

I'd appreciate that. Do you moind if I came over?

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

Not at all. I'm at 948 Beulah Street.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

All roight, I'll be over in a bit.

(About five minutes later, you hear a light rap at the door.)

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

[Himeno breaks from her sushi making and goes to open the door.]

Hello. Were you the one I was just talking with?

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

That I am. I'm th' RED Sniper, but just "Red" or "Snoipah" is foine.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

Ah, really? Do you knew a Red Spy?

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Blinks. Don't tell me that BLU Spy's being a pest again.)

Yes, we're on th' same team.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

Oh. He used to live here with me. He's been gone a while now, though.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(The BLU Spy wouldn't be that obvious, would he? But then, what if he was expecting the Sniper to dismiss obvious threats?

Now that the Sniper is on the lookout for Spy behavior, so he's not about to divulge any further information.)

I see.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

[She shrugs.]

We didn't really get along well. But come on in. Everything is in the kitchen.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Like hell he was going let someone he suspected to be the BLU Spy walk behind him.)

Go a'ead.

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

Ah...sure.

[She didn't really understand, but she led him into the kitchen where there is already a plate of sushi waiting.]

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(She doesn't move anything like a Spy, which isn't saying all that much, but the Sniper still counts that as one point in her favor.)

[white-pretear.livejournal.com]

[She motions towards the sushi.]

Help yourself. I just need to finish copying the recipes I promised you.

[haveaplan.livejournal.com]

(Makes a motion of eating, but he's taking tiny nibbles to check for poison.)