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"I see," I say, "but how are we going to get everything out without getting shot, stabbed, strangled or mauled?"
"Let's think about it over breakfast," James says, "I think better on a full stomach."
We sit down at a large table with an ornate tablecloth. The others are already there. Aaron's left the stir fry to one side and is eating some cereal, Eyri's necking it, Deomi's downing glass after glass of water (too much cayenne pepper, maybe?), and both Zan and Arzoth are absent. I tuck into my breakfast, and mull over what I'm going to so next. Bring down the institution? Hang out with the others? More cooking? All of them seem appealing, but I'm leaning towards cooking. Ah, what the hell? I have a recipe book somewhere. I walk back to the kitchen, and open the cupboard. Oh, there we are! Now let's see... Spaghetti bolognese? Too predictable... Tikka masala? Ehh... Stir fry? Just done that... Lamb rogan josh? Oh, yes! Perfect! I think we have everything here, so let's get cooking!
"I see," I say, "but how are we going to get everything out without getting shot, stabbed, strangled or mauled?"
"Let's think about it over breakfast," James says, "I think better on a full stomach."
We sit down at a large table with an ornate tablecloth. The others are already there. Aaron's left the stir fry to one side and is eating some cereal, Eyri's necking it, Deomi's downing glass after glass of water (too much cayenne pepper, maybe?), and both Zan and Arzoth are absent. I tuck into my breakfast, and mull over what I'm going to so next. Bring down the institution? Hang out with the others? More cooking? All of them seem appealing, but I'm leaning towards cooking. Ah, what the hell? I have a recipe book somewhere. I walk back to the kitchen, and open the cupboard. Oh, there we are! Now let's see... Spaghetti bolognese? Too predictable... Tikka masala? Ehh... Stir fry? Just done that... Lamb rogan josh? Oh, yes! Perfect! I think we have everything here, so let's get cooking!