LogFAQs > #913375747

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You decide to have a little something to eat, so you head out to the hall with plans to go to the dining hall.

"Raven," you say. "I'm going to get a snack. Are you hungry for something?"

"No, but thank you," she replies. "I'm actually pretty tired, so I'm gonna nap."

"Alright," you say. "Sweet dreams."

You return to the dining hall and take a look around. You spot the kitchen and head there.

"Ah, young sir Rory, sir," the chef says with a big grin of missing teeth.

"Is that you, Smith?" you ask as you walk up.

"It sure is, it is," Smith grins bigger. "O'course, I do know I have less teeth and more o' me now, hey?"

"It's good to see you again," you say.

Albert Smith has been a long-time friend of Great-Aunt Radella's and by proxy the family's, and has been on her staff since long before you were born. He was the chef at a diner in a more rough and tumble part of London, but Radella recognized his talents. Now it would seem he's become the head chef of her entire branch of the family.

"So then, Rory, sir, what can I do you fer?"

"Astute as always, Smith," you smile as you pull up a seat.

"Oh, not really, sir," Smith says. "The only reason anyone comes to a kitchen is cuz they wanna eat."

"Well, very true. I don't want too much to eat, just something to tide me over. Do you have what you'd need for..."

A) Greek Omelette
B) Roasted Hamonchee
C) Greasy Veggies
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