3rd Floor Common Room, Monday Evening

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Firekeeper was hungry, but not a "going out to hunt in the preserve" kind of hungry. So instead she and Blind Seer were in the common room kitchen.

Currently, she was frowning at a bag of microwave popcorn, wishing she could remember how long it was supposed to cook for. Or for the fireplace from when the power had been out to suddenly reappear.

Blind Seer had somehow managed to get the fridge open, despite a distinct lack of opposable thumbs, and was currently nosing through it for something good.

[open like a CR!]

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"So this place could have fish with fur," Firekeeper pointed out.

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"Yeah," Katchoo said, and gave her an aggrieved look, the look of 'why aren't you working with me here?!?' "Which, if you ask me, is still a problem."

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"Not if they taste good," Firekeeper said with a shrug. She may have been making a mental note to go hunting later.

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". . . ugh," Katchoo said feelingly. "Waterlogged fur, with god knows what kinda crap getting stuck in it? You can have it. I'll pass."

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"You not eat the fur," Firekeeper said, giving Katchoo a Look. "You skin it first." Not that she usually skinned fish, but she would if it had fur!

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"Eat it, skin it, whatever. That keeps too much gunk too close to my food," Katchoo insisted stubbornly.

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"Gunk?" Firekeeper repeated the unfamiliar word.

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"You know fish crap in the water they swim in, right?" Katchoo asked.

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"Where else would they do this?" Firekeeper shrugged. "They is not humans, with toilets."