Scroll Fifteen

[huffythedragon.livejournal.com]

[So, today the kitchen will find one (1) baby dragon and one (1) pink dog. After his talk with Conan, Spiek has decided to LOOK for his own mystery to solve. And you know what's good for solving mysteries? A dog sidekick. He saw it on that TV thing a few days ago]

Okay, listen up, Paradisa. Someone left the milk out of the fridge today, and me and my buddy Courage here are going to get down the the bottom of finding who did it. They need to learn they can't just leave milk out.

It'll curdle , people. Right Courage?

[[ooc: Journal or kitchen GO GO GO]]

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[gentleidealist]

[The culprit ALWAYS returns to the scene of the crime. Lloyd Irving, milk-forgetter and doofus extraordinaire, strolls into the kitchen hoping for a free lunch before he finishes moving the rest of his stuff out of the castle. He stifles a yawn, not even giving the dragon or the weird pink dog more than a brief glance.]

Hmm... tofu or steak?

[Yeeep.]

[loveablecoward.livejournal.com]

[Oh, hold up. His nose is getting something. Courage sniffs a trail across the floor that seems to be leading straight to the newest person in the kitchen. Uh-oh.]

[loveablecoward.livejournal.com]

[Courage pulls a sack of flour that is bigger than he is out of seemingly nowhere. Will this help them?]

[loveablecoward.livejournal.com]

[In a stage whisper to Spike that the journal picks up with no difficulty.]

He probably doesn't know how.

[huffythedragon.livejournal.com]

You got something, Courage?

[GLARING at Lloyd] Hey, YOU!

[huffythedragon.livejournal.com]

Seriously? Those jerks! Well, I'll have to show them!

[huffythedragon.livejournal.com]

Yeah see? Will that work?

[huffythedragon.livejournal.com]

[Stage whisper back]

He sounds kind of a doofus.

[3-butterflies.livejournal.com]

[She blinks up at him, confused.]

[concerns.livejournal.com]

It's a good effort but you'll need something a little more professional than that, sorry.

[chosengigolo.livejournal.com]

Hey, I can cook. I just don't see the point in doing servant's work if I don't have to!

[loveablecoward.livejournal.com]

[...Wow. You know you've said something stupid when a dog thinks ill of you.]

Servant's? R'not Rervants!

[huffythedragon.livejournal.com]

Once we get back home, I'll get a way up there and tell them they can't bully you.

[huffythedragon.livejournal.com]

We're NOT servants, you massive creep.

[3-butterflies.livejournal.com]

[Blink, and she tries to get a good look at his back. Hm, no wings there... how was he planning to 'get up there'?]

[chosengigolo.livejournal.com]

Whoa, watch the language, buddy.

I never said you guys are servants, just that where I come from? Cooking is saved for the servants to do.

[loveablecoward.livejournal.com]

[Is this guy for real? Courage actually growls. He's not so much offended himself as he is in Muriel's name. She cooked all the time and she wasn't any less a person for it. If he were immature, he'd dump a hot cup of tea on the journal just for you.]

[loveablecoward.livejournal.com]

[Disappointed whine. ;~;]

[gentleidealist]

[Lloyd peers down at Courage, confused, and then looks at the tiny dragon. His eyes narrow.]

I have a name, you know.

[loveablecoward.livejournal.com]

[This is Courage sniffing at your feet. He makes a face. He pulls out a comically overlarge clothespin and uses it to plug his nose. Turning to Spike, he points to Lloyd. Found him!]

[loveablecoward.livejournal.com]

Okay! [He'll help and start raiding the cabinets. Flour. Oh, flour~!]

[loveablecoward.livejournal.com]

[He smiles and laughs.]

Did you want something to eat?

[3-butterflies.livejournal.com]

[More slow nodding, big brother courage.]

[loveablecoward.livejournal.com]

Okay! What do you want?

[Looking for the non-meat food items in here]

[3-butterflies.livejournal.com]

[Damn, that involves talking. she hangs her head, shy.]