Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24748329-20170612210656/@comment-26510374-20170619061150

A nerve sparked in Claw's brain, but she said nothing but "Imagination and dreams taste like hot boiled green tea."

Bored, Claw drew and tried to think of good story ideas. She spread out a Pendleton blanket which appeared from the inkwell, and laid on it, trying to get through "The Secret Keepers". Around Claw sat plain Eastern Asian food: rice, tofu, soy sauce in a bowl, and a hot cup of tea.

Far away from the mansion, Mia sighs, looks up at the ceiling and continues internally complaining about how her grandmother never bright the tofu over, how upsetting duck guy's death was, and about how the rice cooker bowl was thrown out by her mother.