[So much eye-rolling going on. Tolemi moves into the kitchen area easily, already going into the fridge to pull out supplies. There's a bread box--well for the thing they call bread but isn't exactly the same--that he goes for next. He moves around the kitchen efficiently, grabbing ingredients and turning on the stove then moving to grab a glove before digging into the shelves of pots and pans for a soup pot. No need to test just what kind of metal they are made of and get himself burned just yet.]
Sit down and try not to get sick over anything. [By which he means bleed, don't bleed on anything.]
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Sit down and try not to get sick over anything. [By which he means bleed, don't bleed on anything.]