[Billy nods, offering up a quick smile, then gets back to gathering his ingredients, disappearing down the hall to the kitchen for about half an hour. His cooking skills have never been stellar, and over the last few months he's had to do a lot of improvising, but it's usually edible. ...More or less.
Eventually he returns with a steaming, covered pot, carrying it over to the counter where a couple of plates and forks await him.]
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Eventually he returns with a steaming, covered pot, carrying it over to the counter where a couple of plates and forks await him.]
Hey, I'm back.