91st moon [the 4th Wall of Jericho]

[paladinlost]

[Ah, it's that time of the year again. And unlike last time, Cecil wakes up in his own bed (even though he'd been on his way back from Saffron when he fell asleep), surrounded by his own Pokémon (and Grimers, but at this point they're almost part of the family), and with his own belongings exactly where he left them (except for his left sock, but he's long learned to expect that).

He's safe, he's in a good mood, and he intends to stay that way for the rest of this madness. And this time, he's even in a position to share the joy with any visitors!

Which is why he's now grilling all sorts of food on a fire pit in his yard, while his Pokémon are bringing chairs and large cushions outside. That they manage to do so while linked to each other with duct tape is somewhat impressive, but he's too busy not burning a steak to admire their efficiency.]

Comments

[paladinlost]

If only he could remove himself as swiftly as he pounces in the first place...

[susukodama]

Place! Place! Place! Hehehehehe! Place!

[paladinlost]

He's not caused you too much harm, I hope?

[susukodama]

Not Caused! Not Caused! Hehehehehe!

[paladinlost]

This surprises me, but I'm still glad to hear it.

[susukodama]

Glad! Glad! Hehehehehe! Glad! Glad!

[paladinlost]

Just as you'd be glad to finally have that sandwich, I imagine?

[...But now the turkey is even more spread out.]

[susukodama]

Sandwich! Sandwich! Hehehehehe! Sandwich! Sandwich!

[...you say that as though the dustbunny minds...]

[paladinlost]

...Now, where did that meat and that bread go...?

[Cecil minds, though. Kingly standards and all that.]

[susukodama]

Bread! Bread! Hehehehehe! Bread! Bread!

[paladinlost]

Could you see if there's any left toasting on the fire? I think I can see a turkey breast here...

[Then again, any bread still there would be charcoal by now.]

[susukodama]

Toasting! Turkey! Toasting! Turkey! Hehehehehe!

[It will bounce a little closer to the fire.

...Not sure how it's supposed to be useful even if there is any there, but. It's trying.]

[paladinlost]

[It can probably scream if the bread turns out to be on fire, right? ...Right...?

But even if it can't, that gives Cecil enough time to wipe some grass of that turkey breast.]

[susukodama]

[Maybe...

It does manage to locate something that looks kind of like charred bread, anyway.]

Toasting?

[paladinlost]

[That's, well. Toasting charcoal, perhaps.]

...I'll find you a new loaf, then.

[susukodama]

Loaf! Hehehehehe! Loaf! Loaf! Loaf!

[paladinlost]

If you have any preferences, now is the time to say it.

[If it can.]

[susukodama]

Preferences! Preferences! Preferences! Hehehehehe! Preferences!

[nope, not that it has any]

[paladinlost]

Excellent. I'll simply take whichever loaf seems the most fresh, then.

[Which turns out to be a baguette.]

[susukodama]

[Oooh~]

Fresh! Fresh! Hehehehehe! Fresh! Fresh!

[paladinlost]

Fresh and large enough to fit quite a lot of turkey.

[susukodama]

Turkey! Hehehehehe! Turkey! Turkey! Turkey!

[paladinlost]

Along with as much mustard as you might possibly want to eat.

[susukodama]

Mustard! Eat! Mustard! Eat! Hehehehehe!

[paladinlost]

I thought it might make you happy.

[Which is why he's now slathering it thickly over the bread.]