Bulba looked over at the kitchen doorway from his place at the sink when he heard someone come in, smiling a tiny bit when he noted that it was in fact Vinnie. Charizard or not, he knew that scowl. He felt a vague wave of conflict settle in his gut, knowing that there were things that had gone unsaid and he really, reallly did not feel good about them at all. But he'd have to soldier on, he had decided that much.]
Hey...!
[The Venusaur motioned with a soapy hand towards the little table set up, where there was... way more food than really necessary. Enough for many dragons, perhaps.]
I uh... made a bit too much, ha.... [Stress cooking, you see.] If you want to polish any of it off that'd be a big help, really.
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Bulba looked over at the kitchen doorway from his place at the sink when he heard someone come in, smiling a tiny bit when he noted that it was in fact Vinnie. Charizard or not, he knew that scowl. He felt a vague wave of conflict settle in his gut, knowing that there were things that had gone unsaid and he really, reallly did not feel good about them at all. But he'd have to soldier on, he had decided that much.]
Hey...!
[The Venusaur motioned with a soapy hand towards the little table set up, where there was... way more food than really necessary. Enough for many dragons, perhaps.]
I uh... made a bit too much, ha.... [Stress cooking, you see.] If you want to polish any of it off that'd be a big help, really.