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[~~/Flips table at her hiatus~~ This entry takes place in the late morning. These will all have to take place at different times in the day because crossing over would get insanely awkward.]

[Filtered to Buffy | 70% Unhackable]

Buffy darlin'! I've got some free time today if ya wanna come over and try my amazingly delicious crêpes fer lunch, as promised! I also found a great recipe I know yer gonna love!

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[Filtered to Emil | 90% Unhackable]

I'm ready ta tell ya now if ya still wanna hear it.

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[Filtered to Alexei | 95% Unhackable]
[This bit is written, yeah the strikeouts are completely readable.]

~~Evesdropping is rude~~
~~How's the jailbait?~~
You heard what the little girl said, let's go and 'say sorry' by the south lake at 8pm. Bring your sword, or a picnic. I'd personally prefer a picnic but somehow I doubt that.

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This is all a little complicated fer this old man. I barely understood what the spirits were in my own world.

That's okay, I'm not sure I understand it all either, even though I'm Ratatosk.

Yer also Emil, maybe Ratatosk understands it but ya don't have to.

But I do, if I really am Ratatosk. I can't not know anything about what I'm supposed to be doing.

Ever heard of the sayin' ignorance is bliss? Ya know enough about Centurions and Spirits as ya need to know, that's the way I see it.

Thanks, Raven. You're right, I don't need to worry about all of that stuff right now. Right now we just need to focus on finding a way to get back home.

[... and cue Emil's stomach growling.]

Oh, um, I'm sorry...

Haha, do ya want me ta cook ya somethin' before you head home?

[He shakes his head, embarrassed.]

That's okay, you don't have to do that for me. I'd be okay with some leftovers if you have any of those.

[He thinks for a moment, he may have some stuff left over from the crepes he made Buffy earlier. He stands up and walks towards the door.]

Okay, follow me inta the kitchen and I'll check for ya.

Okay.

[And following, like an obedient puppy.]

[Once they're in the kitchen Raven immediatly checks the fridge.] I know I put some stuff in here earlier... [Eventually he pulls out a large bowl filled with raspberries and cream.]

How'd somethin' sweet sound ta you?

Sweet? That sounds fine to me. I'll eat anything as long as it doesn't have a lot of herbs or spices in it.

[Meanwhile, he'll take a seat at the kitchen table to watch whatever Raven is going to do.]

It's just raspberries and cream, though I could make ya a crepe to go with it if ya want?

Just the raspberries and cream will be fine.

That's not very fillin' though. [He places the bowl on the table in front of Emil, then checks the drawers for a clean spoon. He really needs to wash up after cooking earlier.]

Here ya go! Enjoy.

Thank you.

[All of those bowsla and spoons and such in the sink haaven't escaped Emil's notice.]

Were you cooking something earlier? That's a lot of dirty dishes.

Oh. [He glances over towards the sink before taking a seat, it is kind of full now you mention it.] Yeah I was cookin' crepes for Buffy. I promised her some a while ago.

That was really nice of you... wait, did you do that so you could look up her skirt or something?

[He remembers, Raven. HE REMEMBERS.]

Oh Emil, I'm hurt! Buffy is like a sister ta me! I wouldn't be so crude!

I-I'm sorry, but you did say you were looking at peoples' panties when you were on the roof...

But those were strangers who had no idea. I'm not gonna invite a lady into the house to molest her ya know.

Oh, um... right.

[That was still sketchy, Raven.]

[Sure was, but give him credit he did just come back from the grave.]

Go on eat up. Won't taste as good if ya let it get warm.

Okay!

[And to his credit, he actually eats most of it! That's pretty unusual for him these days.]

[~~You better eat it you little narcoleptic DID.~~ Raven sits patiently and waits for Emil to finish before speaking again.]

So did that fill ya up enough?

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[Action] ... my mother got ANOTHER virus on her computer. FML

[Action] I'm laughing at your misery.

[Action] This is the second one in like four months ;_;

[Action] Tell her to stay off the porn sites.

[Action] ... /CRIES

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