'I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. I can't imagine what that'd be like, losing your home and family. I'd say some dumb platitude like 'it's all gonna be okay', but I guess it's not my place to. I'm sorry to hear it, and I hope you find stability.'

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'I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. I can't imagine what that'd be like, losing your home and family. I'd say some dumb platitude like 'it's all gonna be okay', but I guess it's not my place to. I'm sorry to hear it, and I hope you find stability.'

 "Thanks." He sighs. "The therapists say I've got survivor's guilt. Knowing what it is doesn't help though. Apparently only time can heal this things, but it doesn't seem to be working." Hamilton whines, sensing the energy.

'Maybe it will... I'm sorry if I'm being awkward or unhelpful. I know nothing I can do or say can undo the hell you've been through, but know that I'm there if you need me'

Oslo doesn't respond, he just kneels on the floor and hugs Hamilton, his face buried in his dog fur.

Flint sort of looms awkwardly over this, well-meaning but clearly out of his depth in emotional matters

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Flint sort of looms awkwardly over this, well-meaning but clearly out of his depth in emotional matters

 Latin comes over to you. "You should probably leave them alone."

'Sure.' He climbs back down the manhole

*I think this is a good time for me to sign off and start work on the Tavern. And maybe eat something. See you.*

*See you!*

Hustle is working in the noodle bar, despite him not being officially hired yet. He's making a lot of non-menu items in a desperate attempt to please demanding customers that aren't too happy to have a fiend serving their food.

'What'ya doing, Hustle? Didn't know you worked here?'

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'What'ya doing, Hustle? Didn't know you worked here?'

 "I'm tryna get a job. I'm just in a trial period right now so I need to make a good impression."

He seems highly caffeinated.

'Well, I'm sure you're doing great. You look so professional. And full of energy. Hey, what's the craziest thing this places serves. I know there's no official menu, so it's not like most people even know the full range of what's available?'

*As Yondor is on I think I can get away with this*

Flint searches through the trash in the alley by the noodle bar, which is where he is standing. He's talking to Hustle through the window. 

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'Well, I'm sure you're doing great. You look so professional. And full of energy. Hey, what's the craziest thing this places serves. I know there's no official menu, so it's not like most people even know the full range of what's available?'

 "Well, I've been working on a recipe lately. I call it 'actual devil's food cake.'"

'What's in it, if I may ask?'

7 + 1 is the result of the investigation check for searching the trash

"A lot of things, most of them safe. To eat, not to handle. Also, if you knew the ingredients you would probably decline, even with your eating habits."

'Fair point. Hoping you don't mind if I stick to the mushroom noodles then.' He climbs in through the window, as if this is the most normal thing to do. 'You use recipes from your travels? I'm guessing you've travelled a lot'

"Not quite," he says, starting on the mushroom noodles. "This is actually my first time out of Maladomini. Well, as a devil. Supposedly my soul belonged to an evil yet ambitious humanoid at some point, but I don't have any memories of that."