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[notintehkitchen]

Why did you do that?

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[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

That's right. If he comes back, he'll get chased out with the flamethrower.

[You should of quit while you were ahead, Spy.]

[not_onyourside]

Zhat ees razzer harsh een a place wez no respawn. What exactly did he do?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Let's not go there right now.

[not_onyourside]

Very well.

Should I be moving as well zhen?

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

I'm not saying you have to leave. You're free to do as you please.

[not_onyourside]

As long as you are not intending to set me on fire.

[Meaning he's going to be hiding in the basement and not coming out.]

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

You must think that is all I ever want to do.

[Pyro thought it would be hilarious if she went to go get her flamethrower right now Spy would scream like a girl.]

[not_onyourside]

Eet ees all you have talked about since I have arrived. And you have just zhreatened your lover wez deazh. Eet ees een my best interests to be cautious.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, If I wanted to kill you I could of already done it without the flamethrower.

[not_onyourside]

Zhat sets all my fears to rest chérie.

Eef you wish to zhink about somezzing else I made several dozen muffins for -- some reason. Help yourself, zhey are on zhe counter.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[At the mention of pastries, Pyro perks up a bit.]

What kind of muffins?

[not_onyourside]

Blueberry, pumpkin spice, and cranberry. Zhere are also dark chocolate mint candies een zhe cabinet. Provided zhat Scout has not eaten zhem all.

[Your own personal pastry chef and candy maker.]

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[Well, who needs talking when there's food to be eaten? Off she goes to steal all the blueberry muffins.]

She better of not! She should share!

{Not that she would share either.]

[not_onyourside]

She ees a Scout, I do not zhink zhey learn to share.

And eef she did I could always make more. Zhere ees not much else for me to do een zhis place.

[notintehkitchen.livejournal.com]

[There's a muffin shoved in her mouth when she walks back over to him as well as an armful being carried.]

Yuvfe couduvlfe geffha jhob!

[not_onyourside]

[Okay, it's slightly better than the mumbled stuff he's used to hearing, but not by much.]

I could have gotten a what?