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The chef sat in the canteen, just outside his kitchen. Toque on the table, he rubbed the bridge of his nose with a deep sigh.
"Somezhing is wrong... But vhat?... I do not feel right, like somezhing big is coming. Somezhing dangerous."
Ivan chewed his lip, considering his options.
"... I have been here for decades now... Time is catching up... It might be time to move-- I cant. Zhese people still need me."
"Tell me vhy zhe Fairy drug himself into MY BASE and asked to borrow my kictchen? Vas does he zhink I am? A charity?... He does NOT respect food, vhy vould I let him use my sacred preparation grounds?"
The chef itches his chin in consideration.
"... He did give me pretty big puppy eyes when I said no... Hrmm..."
"Whoever let zhat RED disaster who calls herself a Chef on here, I vant to have a vord vith you."
@your-red-chef
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