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Oh this is good! Serra thought happily, Some food at last! Was getting tired of that crap already! remembering of the tasteless alternative foods she had to eat as she travelled from planet to planet. She always was spending her funds on M/ECA's enhacements and parts so she rarely thought of herself in luxuries and such.
( Mitsuki's House )

Disturbed continued to sit there silently thinking to himself "That has to be the most embarressing moment of my life." he thought to himself looking up at the blue sky from his cockpit then looking down seeing it was still there then looked away.
Andrew smiled as he started going through his cold-storage. "hmmm... dunno what to eat. What do you want?"
"Anything that tastes good for you" Serra said, not knowing if he'd have anything she'd want to eat, but hoped he did as she imagined some steak in a plate.
Andrew started looking around before pulling out a cast-iron frying pan, laying two enormous steaks down in it, and sliding it into an oven to roast for a while. "Hmm... now what else..." he muttered softly, looking around.
"Well, if you got some veggies I can make a salad" Serra smiled a bit. "I mean I don't want to be left without doing anything after all the nice hospitality."
Andrew nodded, smiling. "There's plenty of things for a salad in the fridge, so help yourself. If you need me for anything at all, you can just ask..."
Serra smiled at his courtesy. The dragoness then headed to the fridge and grabbed what she hoped to find, just some tomatoes and lettuce. She went ahead and grabbed a knife and two spoons from what she guessed was the utensil cupboard, "Hey, you're quite organized to live alone" she joked. "Uhm... do you mind a question?"
*after a tour of the facility*

"So," Flynn said, stretching his shoulders, "that's the service bay and M/ECA hangar." He turned and looked at the human. "You've been quiet. You're not casing the place for an attack, are you?"
Andrew laughed softly and smiled. "Not at all... what do you want to know?" he asked, watching her go to work.
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