[ binch stop running ]

[constellates]

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[constellates]

[what the fuck]

... glad you did not get very hurt by big rock.

[once they're in the kitchen, she'll look around before turning to toi]

Предпочтение? What do you want to eat?

[soba]

[ yeah that rock was

doing something, he supposes ]

Anything, I don't care.

[constellates]

[hmmmm

she will start to poke around the drawers]

Maybe I make soba for you too much.... Probably not as good as yours.

[soba]

Just make whatever you want.

[ he makes no comment on the second thing she said ]

[constellates]

[so it's true]

Will you try Russian food?

[that's the easiest for her since she won't need to check for a recipe, so she can focus on the story]

[soba]

Russian food is fine.

[ he is going to go and lean again a counter until she asks him to help. ]