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SALADS EVERYWHERE
Sep. 14th, 2012 05:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
radicalsniper"I could burn it. I should burn it. ..have to make sure I don't breathe anything in if I do, would have to get the suit and..."
Pram, in the middle of glaring quite fiercely at a shelf in the kitchen - no, more accurately, at the box of Cram sitting innocently at the back of the shelf - shakes her head. "..that would take too much time. Won't burn it. Maybe just.. stash it? Hide it for a while. A foreverwhile."
It's the dead of the night in a little farmhouse in the Mojave, and tomorrow Pram has sworn the onset of a more rad-free Senna.
"..Going to need tongs to move all of it. Hm. While I have the tongs out.."
THE NEXT MORNING:
In place of every former stash of old-world food throughout the farmhouse, there is now a simple, hours-fresh salad.
Every. Stash.
It seems Pram put that 100 sneak skill to use.
Pram, in the middle of glaring quite fiercely at a shelf in the kitchen - no, more accurately, at the box of Cram sitting innocently at the back of the shelf - shakes her head. "..that would take too much time. Won't burn it. Maybe just.. stash it? Hide it for a while. A foreverwhile."
It's the dead of the night in a little farmhouse in the Mojave, and tomorrow Pram has sworn the onset of a more rad-free Senna.
"..Going to need tongs to move all of it. Hm. While I have the tongs out.."
THE NEXT MORNING:
In place of every former stash of old-world food throughout the farmhouse, there is now a simple, hours-fresh salad.
Every. Stash.
It seems Pram put that 100 sneak skill to use.
