Sunday Evening, 3rd Floor Common Room

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Walter bustled in to the common room and unpacked the items he'd just picked up down at the Emporium, tucking the wire cutters into his pocket for the time being.

He put a pot of water on to boil and pulled out a pan to begin browning the meat.

Shepherd's Pie tonight for anyone who eats meat, which in Walter's opinion, should be everyone, but he knew that not everyone was as sensible as he. They'd have to miss out since he'd neglected the makings of a salad.


[ooc: open for dinner and interaction, Walter's making a very large meal to share with his new cohabitants, since he's a bit picky about what he eats and the cafeteria food doesn't sound as though it falls under his guidelines of acceptable food.]

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"I saw some odd people, but who am I to judge?" Togusa shook Walter's hand firmly. "So," he asked, his mouth already watering, "do you cook stuff like this often? Cause I might get fat."

Before Walter could answer, Togusa heard the plaintive call for oil. "Blast." He realized that he had probably looked blank for a moment when he got that message. "I have to go. Save a piece for me!" He bolted away, hoping that his Tachikoma was not causing tooo much trouble. Or using thermooptics and asking around the emporium for natural oil.

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Walter watched Togusa leave and shook his head. "Nice meeting you?," he said to the boy's retreating back.