[ Ephemera grabs up one of the boxes of noodles and then, just for the hell of it, another one full of dumplings as well. He's just going to lay claim to that one, make sure Angela doesn't snag it first. It's all in good fun, really; she doesn't seem like the type to get possessive about food the way some soldiers do, but they could use a laugh. Some light teasing.
It was a hard mission. Or whatever the fuck they're going to call it. ]
It'll keep. [ He snags up a dumpling as he signs, groaning at the taste. ] Fuck, that's good. I was getting sick of granola bars.
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It was a hard mission. Or whatever the fuck they're going to call it. ]
It'll keep. [ He snags up a dumpling as he signs, groaning at the taste. ] Fuck, that's good. I was getting sick of granola bars.