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Second Floor Common Room, Monday night
Gladys was making sandwiches. She'd read somewhere that food was a good way to welcome new people. The island had new people, and so they should be welcomed.
Golem logic. Golem sandwiches, on the other hand...
She had two loaves of bread and a ham, which she assembled -- bread, ham, bread. Then with one huge and heavy shovel-like hand, she pressed down, flattening it. Her sandwich was several feet square, and about an inch thick, and she began slicing it into squares.
Perhaps it might not be quite as welcoming as she intended.
[ooc: And the sandwiches are actually canon]
Golem logic. Golem sandwiches, on the other hand...
She had two loaves of bread and a ham, which she assembled -- bread, ham, bread. Then with one huge and heavy shovel-like hand, she pressed down, flattening it. Her sandwich was several feet square, and about an inch thick, and she began slicing it into squares.
Perhaps it might not be quite as welcoming as she intended.
[ooc: And the sandwiches are actually canon]
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He noticed Gladys wasn't eating. "Weren't you going to have any?"
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He ate a bit more sandwich, then: "What did you make of our class with Miss Atriedes?"
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