text; @CURSE

[gimu]

hello.

i have several questions for the outsider populace and i require truthful answers.

1. what are your abilities in battle?
2. what is your estimation of your skill with your own abilities?
3. who are you?
4. what was your proudest moment?
5. what was your weakest?

answer as you see fit. i’m not your boss.

[ this isn’t how one goes about making work acquaintances but it’s direct, it’s simple, and choso can’t be bothered to care if it meets industry standard. ]

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[gimu]

[ this is a small failure, an X on his internal record. what sort of record was that? choso hadn't the foggiest. ]

Forgive me. I tried.

[ i-isn't that worse? no matter, he must recover now, a hand over his chest like he's monitoring the potato's descent into the unknowable gastrointestinal depths while he bows his head in apparent defeat. he must make up for this, somehow...! ]

But if I may ask... why a potato?

[ignoreher]

[ what a.... funny guy. she smiles, no harm done, and mixes her parfato. ]

I like potatoes! That's all. And this is a dish that has layers, just like a parfait -- so I thought why not combine them? Lasagna does too, but I think that might be more of a challenge...

[ one day ]

[gimu]

[ what in blazes was a 'lazanya'? his eyes light up, literally; a flurry of google inquiries seem to be happening on the spot. ]

Are the layers... potato? And potato?

[ignoreher]

Potato, sour cream, cheese... some chopped up bacon and chives too.

[ she'll hold the spoon in her mouth for a moment, then take out another scoop. ]

I don't think I added enough pepper, but I heard a little is supposed to go a long way. Maybe I overestimated it.

[ note to self... layer of black pepper next time. then it'll mix up well. ]

[gimu]

[ strangely, choso feels a shiver up his spine, as if a goose had just walked over the future/past place where choso will/was/shall be buried. is that it? or did he just witness an omen? ]

How... much did you put at first? [ is this what the tingling in his palate is about??? ]