What? No I’m- *he looked down, noticing his knee* oh I am. Eh, no big deal.
No, Max, we should clean that. God knows what was on this pan when it cut you. Lemme clean up this mess, then we’ll head to the medical tent or… wherever a first aid kit would be here.
Alright, Fine. *he put the pot onto one of the tables and sat down* there might be one somewhere in here or QM had it.
*quickly stacks the pots and puts them back – carefully so he doesn’t get cut* Where do you think it would be? *he stands and starts to look in the cupboards*
Probably in the cabinets or something, I dunno.
That’s what I’m thinking. Let’s see… lard, butter, spices… it concerns me that all the spices are completely full.
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