[Alright, alright. He'll make do. He starts into his little kitchenette, trying to make it look like carrying her around isn't as effortless as it actually is as he reaches up to open up a cabinet. The cabinet's cluttered with a mishmash of odds and ends - shelf-stable box meals, pasta, alcohol, spices, and so on. He has to brush a couple things out of the way, but viola. Easy mac.]
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