[ Cain pauses in stirring... something into the soup (it looks a little too acid-green to really be something that should be going into food) to lean out the window and give A2 a cheery little wave with his wooden spoon. It sends a few drops of the "soup" flying; they hiss when they hit the ground. ]
Yo~. I'm trying to make a curative. [ Sensing an opportunity — she's a machine, it probably won't kill her, right? — he offers: ] Wanna taste-test for me?
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Yo~. I'm trying to make a curative. [ Sensing an opportunity — she's a machine, it probably won't kill her, right? — he offers: ] Wanna taste-test for me?