Whatever the operator just walking into the kitchen intended to do there is apparently, not as important as the clear panic spotting Alesh in there, task forgotten entirely the moment he's spotted busy enjoying a frozen treat that perhaps was not as well guarded as it should've been. "Sir— that is operator Laevatain's ice cream—!" Ah. Ah. That's, mh— that's not good, is it?
"Ha? I dunno, is it?" Alesh questions back, clearly confused by the sudden shift in demeanor. The ice cream was for everyone, wasn't it? With all this stock... it couldn't have been reserved for just one person, right?
"Eh, it's all Laev's?" No way. This ice cream is pretty salty. Wasn't her preference cold and sweet? It's not like he's ever seen her that close to a body of water—well, at least not entirely without evil intent. "There's no name on it, you're pullin' my tail." Clearly, she wasn't around to notice anyway, but if it was supposed to be all hers, then the staff around here was slacking—now, that can't be his fault, right?
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Huh. Is it him, or is it getting warmer in the kitchen...?
@laevaforge / roasted raccoon for lunch, perhaps. | inbox call.
