Dirk: > Introduce your adopted son.

[sickheartbeats]

[You have recently PICKED UP A COMPANION, involuntarily at first but then eventually saving its life, and it is now YOURS FOREVER, as soon as you've convinced your room-mate that pets are not for dinner.

You return home with the duckling on your shoulder and head straight for the kitchen, intending to prepare a decent replacement meal to HELP BRING YOUR POINT ACROSS.]

Comments

[fightingcargos]

I thought you had a list or something!
You seem like a guy who would have a list.

[sickheartbeats]

I have a bunch of lists, but I'm not that huge on sweet stuff.
I asked in case you wanted anything in particular.

[fightingcargos]

Not really.
We must have cookies or something in the cupboard right?
What is the duck going to eat? Watercress?

[sickheartbeats]

I was gonna go with oatmeal.
Guess we can just see which he goes for.

[fightingcargos]

Neat.