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Noah Campbell

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[appraiser]

[ He's shocked! and affronted! enough to pushes the sadly neglected bowl of eggs to the side and face Noah ]

Forget the soufflé; we need to go to a magic clubhouse for you to experience real magic. I'm sure there's one somewhere around Recollé, and they might even serve soufflés.

[redarm]

-- What.

[appraiser]

I'm taking you to a magic show!

[ so i don't have to cook ]

[redarm]

[He makes a face]

Hell no.

I grew up in the circus, I don't need to see more of those things.

[appraiser]

[ That grin on Ryoji's face? It gets wider. ]

A literal circus? What was it like? Was there an elephant?

[redarm]

[....Why does everyone always ask about the elephant]

Some? I didn't have much to do with them.

It was alright. Full of weird people, like you'd expect.

[appraiser]

I've always wanted to meet an elephant!

[ elephants are objectively the best okay ]

And be with all sorts of weird, talented people, and getting to tour across the world with a group, and staying overnight at a haunted fairgrounds...

[ killer clowns. rusted carnival rides. just like in video games. ]

[redarm]

[.......]

Can we get back to cooking...?

[appraiser]

[ They can, reluctantly on Ryoji's part, who wipes his hands on a kitchen towel before scrolling through Noah's phone for the next few steps in the recipe. ]

Do you like cooking, Noah? I know I'm the one who asked you for help, but...

[ But Ryoji is quick to give up, when he loses interest in something. ]

[redarm]

[............]

I thought you wanted to learn to cook.

[appraiser]

[ yes but look ]

People can change their minds.

[redarm]

Tch.

Well I'm not cooking for you.

[appraiser]

I know. I told you before, right? I can cook eggs.

[ What they have so far is basically what you'd use for an omelette anyways: some butter, mushrooms, eggs— the latter of which he undoes all their hard work and pours the yolks back in with the whites. ]

[redarm]

[There's a pause before he leans back in his chair, throws his head back and sighs]

Sure, whatever. I don't give a fuck.

[Food's food really]