“Don’t worry, everywhere has violence. Even here apparently.” He says, holding his side.
She walks over and produces some medical bandages form her dress pocket. She begins rolling them over his side in order to stop the bleeding.
He winces but doesn’t fight her “Thank you for this, even if it is the crew of this ship that caused the injury. Really though, I needed this.” He glows with radiant light, blessing the bandages to help the healing farther.
She beams "I am glad to help!" She said, clapping her hands
He pulls out a notebook “So what would you say are my chances of joining the crew?”
She tilts her head to the side, thinking "You would have to ask Captain. He is really nice though!!" She grins and jumps up and down.
He shakes his head "Last time I was around I almost died, but maybe things will be different this time around. Thank you."
She nods and holds out a stuffed bunny with long limbs and different colored button eyes "This is Bunny. He is really good at keeping pests away."
He smiles at the childish doll, remembering his own days of such foolishness “I bet that Bunny does their job really well. Better than anyone else could.” His eyes glow with a soft grey, like Damian’s actually.
She nods "He is really good with knives and stuff! He likes his pin though, that way he can skewer the rats and stuff!"
“I hate to ask this, because I can imagine you both are very busy, but can Bunny show me just a little bit?” He says with a bright smile.
Barbeau waves him into the kitchen, revealing that alchemical equipment has been added to the roster of cooking tools. He opens a closet and pulls slabs of somehow still-living salmon off the hooks. "I've requisitioned supplies from my salvage crews. Menu tonight is my favorite: fish. I will be making various accompaniments, while you prepare the fish itself. You are starting with salmon tartare and cioppino for the appetizer and soup, respectively. We have the ingredients, you will not be instructed further. You will do well." The last phrase is as much command as reassurance. He immediately moves to the alchemy supplies.
Damian nods and grabs some pans and the other things he needs. He begins to make exactly what he asks, although he is very afraid to fail. He starts slowly, speeding up as his confidence grows, beginning to do some tricks with fire as he makes the food.
Barbeau is only mildly impressed. "We're on a wooden boat, cook. I might not always be here to put out any fires." He's messing with some sort of milky substance that smells like smoke. I say 'messing with,' but he seems to know exactly what he's doing.
“Don’t worry, everywhere has violence. Even here apparently.” He says, holding his side.
She walks over and produces some medical bandages form her dress pocket. She begins rolling them over his side in order to stop the bleeding.
He winces but doesn’t fight her “Thank you for this, even if it is the crew of this ship that caused the injury. Really though, I needed this.” He glows with radiant light, blessing the bandages to help the healing farther.
She beams "I am glad to help!" She said, clapping her hands
He pulls out a notebook “So what would you say are my chances of joining the crew?”
She tilts her head to the side, thinking "You would have to ask Captain. He is really nice though!!" She grins and jumps up and down.
He shakes his head "Last time I was around I almost died, but maybe things will be different this time around. Thank you."
She nods and holds out a stuffed bunny with long limbs and different colored button eyes "This is Bunny. He is really good at keeping pests away."
He smiles at the childish doll, remembering his own days of such foolishness “I bet that Bunny does their job really well. Better than anyone else could.” His eyes glow with a soft grey, like Damian’s actually.
She nods "He is really good with knives and stuff! He likes his pin though, that way he can skewer the rats and stuff!"
“I hate to ask this, because I can imagine you both are very busy, but can Bunny show me just a little bit?” He says with a bright smile.
She shrugs "He doesn't like to move when people watch him." She leans and pretends to whisper to him "Bunny is a bit shy!"
He pats her on the head with his insulated gloves as his eyes soften slightly. "Hello, Miss Luci. It's been a while. How have you been? All well, I hope."
She makes Bunny wave at him and grins "New person showed up! He got these wings and everything! He was bleeding to! Me and Bunny patched him up though!"
"I always thought of Bunny as more of a cutter-type than stitcher-type. It's good that he's well-rounded. But I'm curious about the newcomer. What sort of wings?"
He pats her on the head with his insulated gloves as his eyes soften slightly. "Hello, Miss Luci. It's been a while. How have you been? All well, I hope."
She makes Bunny wave at him and grins "New person showed up! He got these wings and everything! He was bleeding to! Me and Bunny patched him up though!"
"I always thought of Bunny as more of a cutter-type than stitcher-type. It's good that he's well-rounded. But I'm curious about the newcomer. What sort of wings?"
"Big Angel wings! They were like... Like as big as you! and real pretty!" She jumps up and down. "He was bleeding real bad though."
Barbeau waves him into the kitchen, revealing that alchemical equipment has been added to the roster of cooking tools. He opens a closet and pulls slabs of somehow still-living salmon off the hooks. "I've requisitioned supplies from my salvage crews. Menu tonight is my favorite: fish. I will be making various accompaniments, while you prepare the fish itself. You are starting with salmon tartare and cioppino for the appetizer and soup, respectively. We have the ingredients, you will not be instructed further. You will do well." The last phrase is as much command as reassurance. He immediately moves to the alchemy supplies.
Damian nods and grabs some pans and the other things he needs. He begins to make exactly what he asks, although he is very afraid to fail. He starts slowly, speeding up as his confidence grows, beginning to do some tricks with fire as he makes the food.
Barbeau is only mildly impressed. "We're on a wooden boat, cook. I might not always be here to put out any fires." He's messing with some sort of milky substance that smells like smoke. I say 'messing with,' but he seems to know exactly what he's doing.
“Oh don’t worry, I can put out any fires I make, I’m a very functional alcoholic.” He says, although the flames do stop and he begins to focus back on making the food.
"I always thought of Bunny as more of a cutter-type than stitcher-type. It's good that he's well-rounded. But I'm curious about the newcomer. What sort of wings?"
"Big Angel wings! They were like... Like as big as you! and real pretty!" She jumps up and down. "He was bleeding real bad though."
"Maybe I should meet him. It's been a while since I've met an angel. They usually avoid my stomping grounds with care."
“Don’t worry, everywhere has violence. Even here apparently.” He says, holding his side.
She walks over and produces some medical bandages form her dress pocket. She begins rolling them over his side in order to stop the bleeding.
He winces but doesn’t fight her “Thank you for this, even if it is the crew of this ship that caused the injury. Really though, I needed this.” He glows with radiant light, blessing the bandages to help the healing farther.
She beams "I am glad to help!" She said, clapping her hands
He pulls out a notebook “So what would you say are my chances of joining the crew?”
She tilts her head to the side, thinking "You would have to ask Captain. He is really nice though!!" She grins and jumps up and down.
He shakes his head "Last time I was around I almost died, but maybe things will be different this time around. Thank you."
She nods and holds out a stuffed bunny with long limbs and different colored button eyes "This is Bunny. He is really good at keeping pests away."
He smiles at the childish doll, remembering his own days of such foolishness “I bet that Bunny does their job really well. Better than anyone else could.” His eyes glow with a soft grey, like Damian’s actually.
She nods "He is really good with knives and stuff! He likes his pin though, that way he can skewer the rats and stuff!"
“I hate to ask this, because I can imagine you both are very busy, but can Bunny show me just a little bit?” He says with a bright smile.
She shrugs "He doesn't like to move when people watch him." She leans and pretends to whisper to him "Bunny is a bit shy!"
Barbeau is only mildly impressed. "We're on a wooden boat, cook. I might not always be here to put out any fires." He's messing with some sort of milky substance that smells like smoke. I say 'messing with,' but he seems to know exactly what he's doing.
“Oh don’t worry, I can put out any fires I make, I’m a very functional alcoholic.” He says, although the flames do stop and he begins to focus back on making the food.
Barbeau suddenly claps his hands once. "Time. I'll take out the first course. You decide on the second one. We're looking for cohesion, but you choose the menu. I'll handle the third course based on what you make for the second. Consider it a game." He begins to take the dishes out, along with little flans of some sort.
"I always thought of Bunny as more of a cutter-type than stitcher-type. It's good that he's well-rounded. But I'm curious about the newcomer. What sort of wings?"
"Big Angel wings! They were like... Like as big as you! and real pretty!" She jumps up and down. "He was bleeding real bad though."
"Maybe I should meet him. It's been a while since I've met an angel. They usually avoid my stomping grounds with care."
"Can I ask Captain if he can be apart of the crew? He's looking for a safe area I suppose cause he said someone was hunting him." She danced around.
"Maybe I should meet him. It's been a while since I've met an angel. They usually avoid my stomping grounds with care."
"Can I ask Captain if he can be apart of the crew? He's looking for a safe area I suppose cause he said someone was hunting him." She danced around.
"Not yet. We need to get to know him better. He can stay, of course, but becoming a crew member takes time and trust. Being an angel does not guarantee that he is good at anything we need."
"Maybe I should meet him. It's been a while since I've met an angel. They usually avoid my stomping grounds with care."
"Can I ask Captain if he can be apart of the crew? He's looking for a safe area I suppose cause he said someone was hunting him." She danced around.
"Not yet. We need to get to know him better. He can stay, of course, but becoming a crew member takes time and trust. Being an angel does not guarantee that he is good at anything we need."
She huffs and folds her arms "He seems nice though. He wanted to see Bunny."
"Maybe I should meet him. It's been a while since I've met an angel. They usually avoid my stomping grounds with care."
"Can I ask Captain if he can be apart of the crew? He's looking for a safe area I suppose cause he said someone was hunting him." She danced around.
"Not yet. We need to get to know him better. He can stay, of course, but becoming a crew member takes time and trust. Being an angel does not guarantee that he is good at anything we need."
She huffs and folds her arms "He seems nice though. He wanted to see Bunny."
"I know, but he can still stay here safely without being a crewmate. If he's a crewmate, he'll have to work here. If he's not, he gets most of the same benefits, just not the authority and workload. I need to meet him myself first before I can give an assessment."
"Maybe I should meet him. It's been a while since I've met an angel. They usually avoid my stomping grounds with care."
"Can I ask Captain if he can be apart of the crew? He's looking for a safe area I suppose cause he said someone was hunting him." She danced around.
"Not yet. We need to get to know him better. He can stay, of course, but becoming a crew member takes time and trust. Being an angel does not guarantee that he is good at anything we need."
She huffs and folds her arms "He seems nice though. He wanted to see Bunny."
"I know, but he can still stay here safely without being a crewmate. If he's a crewmate, he'll have to work here. If he's not, he gets most of the same benefits, just not the authority and workload. I need to meet him myself first before I can give an assessment."
"Okey dokey then." She says and walks into the kitchen "Can I have a PB&J?"
"I know, but he can still stay here safely without being a crewmate. If he's a crewmate, he'll have to work here. If he's not, he gets most of the same benefits, just not the authority and workload. I need to meet him myself first before I can give an assessment."
"Okey dokey then." She says and walks into the kitchen "Can I have a PB&J?"
"Of course." He follows and begins to prepare one for her.
"I know, but he can still stay here safely without being a crewmate. If he's a crewmate, he'll have to work here. If he's not, he gets most of the same benefits, just not the authority and workload. I need to meet him myself first before I can give an assessment."
"Okey dokey then." She says and walks into the kitchen "Can I have a PB&J?"
"Of course." He follows and begins to prepare one for her.
"I know, but he can still stay here safely without being a crewmate. If he's a crewmate, he'll have to work here. If he's not, he gets most of the same benefits, just not the authority and workload. I need to meet him myself first before I can give an assessment."
"Okey dokey then." She says and walks into the kitchen "Can I have a PB&J?"
"Of course." He follows and begins to prepare one for her.
She watches him, amazed as he works fast.
*Just had white chicken chili for dinner. It was quite good.*
She only has to be amazed for a couple moments before it is finished. "Would you like me to grill if for you?"
"I know, but he can still stay here safely without being a crewmate. If he's a crewmate, he'll have to work here. If he's not, he gets most of the same benefits, just not the authority and workload. I need to meet him myself first before I can give an assessment."
"Okey dokey then." She says and walks into the kitchen "Can I have a PB&J?"
"Of course." He follows and begins to prepare one for her.
She watches him, amazed as he works fast.
*Just had white chicken chili for dinner. It was quite good.*
She only has to be amazed for a couple moments before it is finished. "Would you like me to grill if for you?"
She shakes her head, grinning, her eyes sparkling "Thank you!" She hugs him tightly.
“I hate to ask this, because I can imagine you both are very busy, but can Bunny show me just a little bit?” He says with a bright smile.
Barbeau is only mildly impressed. "We're on a wooden boat, cook. I might not always be here to put out any fires." He's messing with some sort of milky substance that smells like smoke. I say 'messing with,' but he seems to know exactly what he's doing.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She shrugs "He doesn't like to move when people watch him." She leans and pretends to whisper to him "Bunny is a bit shy!"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I always thought of Bunny as more of a cutter-type than stitcher-type. It's good that he's well-rounded. But I'm curious about the newcomer. What sort of wings?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Big Angel wings! They were like... Like as big as you! and real pretty!" She jumps up and down. "He was bleeding real bad though."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
“Oh don’t worry, I can put out any fires I make, I’m a very functional alcoholic.” He says, although the flames do stop and he begins to focus back on making the food.
"Maybe I should meet him. It's been a while since I've met an angel. They usually avoid my stomping grounds with care."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
*Sorry gtg.*
Barbeau suddenly claps his hands once. "Time. I'll take out the first course. You decide on the second one. We're looking for cohesion, but you choose the menu. I'll handle the third course based on what you make for the second. Consider it a game." He begins to take the dishes out, along with little flans of some sort.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Can I ask Captain if he can be apart of the crew? He's looking for a safe area I suppose cause he said someone was hunting him." She danced around.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Not yet. We need to get to know him better. He can stay, of course, but becoming a crew member takes time and trust. Being an angel does not guarantee that he is good at anything we need."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She huffs and folds her arms "He seems nice though. He wanted to see Bunny."
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"I know, but he can still stay here safely without being a crewmate. If he's a crewmate, he'll have to work here. If he's not, he gets most of the same benefits, just not the authority and workload. I need to meet him myself first before I can give an assessment."
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
"Okey dokey then." She says and walks into the kitchen "Can I have a PB&J?"
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
"Of course." He follows and begins to prepare one for her.
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She watches him, amazed as he works fast.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
*Just had white chicken chili for dinner. It was quite good.*
She only has to be amazed for a couple moments before it is finished. "Would you like me to grill if for you?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She shakes her head, grinning, her eyes sparkling "Thank you!" She hugs him tightly.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
He gives as good a bow as he can in the iron embrace of the girl. "Would Bunny like something, too? Perhaps a new knife?"
Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.
Awake, impure, divine
Breathgiver of the Strugels
She brings Bunny up to his ear. He can hear the faint whispering of thousands of souls... Asking for a bagel.
𝔾𝕖𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕠𝕡 𝕤𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕗, 𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕓𝕝𝕖 𝕣𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕤, 𝕡𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕤𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕥𝕦𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕦𝕞𝕓𝕝𝕖𝕣𝕤 𝕔𝕝𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘
𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕝 𝕞𝕖 𝕚𝕟, 𝕜𝕚𝕔𝕜 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕚𝕟 𝕦𝕡 𝕒 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕔𝕙
𝔻𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕚𝕟 𝕢𝕦𝕚𝕔𝕜𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕕'𝕤 𝕗𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟 𝕤𝕚𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘