pageant of the bizarre

[goodforsomething]

[Throughout the late afternoon and early evening, Stan seems to have put a surprising amount of effort into setting up the dining hall. It's not usually something he would do without any kind of potential gain, but hell - there's not a whole lot else to do here. And really, if he hangs up some of the ribbons from the sewing room, well, it's not like anybody was using them. He knows how to decorate for parties.

There is a conspicuous lack of glitter in any of the decorations, though. Too soon.

The only dish currently set out is a pan of cinnamon noodle kugel. It's a potluck, bring your own shit! He has bothered to make some punch, at least, as well as bringing down some booze from the bar. Maybe alcohol on Murder Night isn't the best idea, but he'll keep an eye out for anyone who decides to indulge. He'd have to anyway. Apparently passing out in the dining hall will end in explosions.

Speaking of rude and arbitrary rules: off to the side, there's a table labeled KINGMAKERS. There's only one piece of paper there now, a well-done drawing of what looks like a young, ostentatiously emo Mitt Romney. It's obviously Stan's, since he got here first, but he hasn't bothered to sign it; apparently you can submit anonymously or not, however you feel like. As long as we're all participating in the public mockery!]

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[sleepingkogoro]

[Mouri puts the book closer to his face]

Maybe I did.

...

...okay, I did.

[Somebody is insecure here!]

[cherryblooded]

They're not bad. Thank you for making them.

[Poor Mouri.]

[sleepingkogoro]

[There's no sudden sigh of relief but the way Mouri's shoulders droop show he is quite relieved to hear that]

Really? That's great! Hm, thank you for liking them, I guess...? It was nothing, I just wanted to keep giving cooking a try.

[Hahaha, well, another success for the great detective Kogoro Mouri]

[cherryblooded]

You're doing well. Just keep practicing, and someday you'll be able to keep pace with me or Aqua in the kitchen.

[...that may not ever happen, but he could come closer?]

[sleepingkogoro]

I don't think I ever will, but this is good enough. When I return the first thing I'll do is give Ran a sample of my newfound skills. She'll be surprised, at the very least.

[He is actually looking forward to that!]

[cherryblooded]

Surprised and delighted, I bet. Everyone appreciates someone else cooking for them now and again.

[He does, and he likes to cook.]

[sleepingkogoro]

What about your family? I bet you're the one who deals with cooking, aren't you?

[Because Mouri has a hard time imagining a lobster cooking]

[cherryblooded]

All of us are capable of cooking, but when Lobco's home we usually spoil her and she hardly gets a chance to go near the stove. Doloz and I split meals about evenly.

[sleepingkogoro]

I'm sure your daughter could like to give a try to...wait what?

How does a thirty-foot long lobster cook?

[cherryblooded]

It's a secret.

[He could tell you, but then he'd have to kill you. Except he doesn't think that joke would go over well.]

[sleepingkogoro]

[It wouldn't]

...huh. Sometimes I still find it mindboggling there are huge lobsters in your sea.

Now that I think about it, are all non-humans so large in your world?

[cherryblooded]

Not at all. I know an octopus that's about a foot tall.

[Tarako's fairly young, though. Or young-seeming.]