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[heliotroping]

[In the kitchen, he has his journal open next to a piece of raw fillet fish. He's also consulting a penguin.]

Would it be... weird to make a cake for your pet cat? Not a cake-cake, but one that's made from fish and wet food. Would that be weird?

Comments

[squartatore]

Doesn't that make it a fishcake? [ITT: Intellectual Discussions]

[heliotroping]

But isn't an actual fishcake something with dough in it?

[squartatore]

I dunno, I always thought they were made by grinding up fish or something.

[heliotroping]

It has to hold together in a perfect shape somehow...

[squartatore]

Hmm, yeah. Still sounds more or less like what you're planning.

[heliotroping]

But I don't want to put flour in it! Cats can't eat that, they'll get sick.

[squartatore]

Huh, really? I didn't know. [suddenly struck by relief that she hadn't tried giving cats confectionery prior to this!]

[heliotroping]

Yeah. Their stomachs are a lot more sensitive than ours are.

The fish is a lie

[silentrunning]

[Chell thinks a moment and then scrawls back.]

Cake is cake. No matter what the ingredients. Cats need cake. Everyone needs cake. Cake is wonderful.

[She's all up in her cake.]

but it was so delicious and smoked

[heliotroping]

Ah... O...kay...?

I think I <3 you. XDDDDD

[silentrunning]

[She realizes she's been confusing, so writes back to explain.]

I was raised in a testing facility. The person in charge of the facility kept offering me cake as a reward for completing the tests. But there was no cake. The cake was a lie. And I didn't get any till I was here. So I like it. And I think your cat deserves cake too.

[Should be a good enough explanation, though she's kinda curious how you're gonna make a cake out of fish and wet food. Don't mind her. She'll just be carefully creeping into the kitchen to watch.

Just don't throw me in an incinerator :C

[heliotroping]

I... see... I'm sorry to hear about what happened to you in the past. I hope you didn't get sick from eating too much cake here!

Are YOU a companion cube? *Big eyes* XD

[silentrunning]

[She grins. He seems like a nice guy, and now she's found an icy table to plant her butt at and is watching. But she writes back anyhow.]

No no. I did not. I was very careful...

[And if he turns around and peers around the kitchen he might notice her. But she's watching this cake preparation with the utmost of interest, like some people watch a good crime drama. Or a football game. Or a girl trying to escape from an incinerator at 5000 DG Kelvin.]

[Ooc: You realize just how much fun I'm having right now, right?]

nope, please don't kill me and stuff me in one though D:

[heliotroping]

[He doesn't connect that the person he's talking to is in front of him, so don't feel bad that he's ignoring you]

That's good. Stomachaches are very painful.

The incenerator is a lie.

[silentrunning]

[Well yes. That's the understatement... She chuckles softly in spite of herself before writing back.]

Yes. They are. So is being caught with the gluttony strain of that virus thing... I'll never get the icing off my journal.

if that is so then I am going to spaaaaaaaaaaaaace

[heliotroping]

[He was infected with Wrath, so he pauses. He doesn't really remember much from that time, other than a lot of unresolved anger....]

...I suppose.

And then you can say "Ooooh! What's in heeeere!"

[silentrunning]

[Chell writes again.]

Definitely... Why does the Castle foist things like that on us? Also, what is your cat's name?

[Chell likes the fuzzies, yup.]

Aaaaaaaaaaand that's pretty much the extent of my Portal knowledge /STILL NEEDS TO PLAY IT

[heliotroping]

The castle is just... bored and sadistic. [now he just notices Chell is still there]

Ah... sorry, I'll be quiet.

[and written~]

Her name's Melanie, but I call her Mel for short.

You must know the subjects for these comments were as amusing as the RP. <3

[silentrunning]

[She looks up at him and raises an eyebrow before writing back.]

Mel is a great cat name... And why should you be quiet? You're fine.

I'm glad to hear <3

[heliotroping]

[he now looks at Chell]

...Have I been talking to you over the journal the entire time?

Re: I'm glad to hear <3

[silentrunning]

[She chuckles to herself for a second before nodding and shooting him a thumbs-up. Yup! You suuure have.

[heliotroping]

I--I'm sorry! I didn't mean to ignore the real you...!

[silentrunning]

[There's an almost instant reply in his journal.]

No no no you're fine. I don't talk much. Writing is waaaaay easier.

[And she adds a little heart at the bottom of her message like so.]
<3

[heliotroping]

[he gives her a soft smile]

If you're more comfortable with that.

[He pauses, and then draws a little heart back]

♥

[silentrunning]

[She grins. Yup. She's more comfortable with that.]

[Slowly, carefully, she sketches kitty ears and whiskers onto his heart, and adds a pair of dot eyes and a smiling kitty mouth in the middle. Yup. It's a heart-kitty.]

[heliotroping]

[He giggles and gives her a big smile]

Would you like to see my cats?

[silentrunning]

[Would she? Heck yes!]

Grinning like he just offered her a million dollars she gives an emphatic nod.]

[heliotroping]

Okay, let me just finish this! [He puts wet catfood as icing on a piece of raw fish, then decorates the top with kibble]

[silentrunning]

[Chell applauds his cake and gives him a thumbs up. BEST CAKE EVER!]

[heliotroping]

[He looks at her and gives her a grin]

Thanks. Follow me! [he picks up the cake and heads out the kitchen!]

[silentrunning]

[Chell follows, grinning to himself. Any man who would be awesome enough to make a cake for a cat is a truly awesome person.]

[OOC: Would totally make a cake for my cat.]

[heliotroping]

[he's just up one floor, and as he slowly opens the door, three cats flock over]

Careful.

[silentrunning]

[Chell is very careful not to step on any kitty cats. She wanders into the room so he can close the door or whatever he needs to do, as it would be bad if the cats got out, and then she just starts petting anybody that'll let her pet them.]

[heliotroping]

[they're all quite affectionate and demanding of attention]

Guys, don't crowd the guest!