Now she also wondered where everyone else was. Now that there was food she figured someone would be there besides her. Of course, did they know how to cook? Would she end up cooking for everyone? She was used to cooking for herself. Well, herself and Scott... when he was...
No. No, she didn't want to think about that.
"Oooooo, french fries."
Mordred bes a-tired, sais, and Mordred bes a-bored.
But mostly, as ever, Mordred bes a-hungry. And I would be fed.
Ye get anywhere in searching for food yet, Eddie Dean?
- Current Mood: hungry
Shut up. Just shut up already.
[He looks thoroughly confused. It isn't the first time he's stepped from world to world, of course it isn't, but this time, he left from Washington, DC, and this is definitely not Washington, DC.]Where is this?
Is anyone around?
And where can I get a drink?
then there's a reason for it. I've lost my faith in coincidence.
You all know each other here? I'm trying to sort out the relationships. Young Pete, you the dinh of this ragtag group? The head nacho?
Where am I? I'm scared.
- Current Mood: distressed