[week six - monday]

[ceded]

[ As she'll do most of this week, she spends most of this day in the kitchen. Sticking with the theme of soup and soup-related items, as has been her wont, today she seems to be working on some kind of pasta. Pluto is with her, dozing curled up on the floor safely out of her way.

At least, until Percy comes wandering in. She'll look up, quietly nervous at his appearance but ready to try a smile, and then .... actually takes him in. Whatever she sees makes her expression blank out into surprise. ]

... hey, Percy. [ Gentle, with a slight furrow in her brow. ] ... why don't you sit down? I was about to make something.

Comments

[hydrokinetics]

I'm thinking the same thing. But you're right. We won't let him win. It's why we really have to stick close and start figuring out a back-up plan if one of us is chosen as a Bandit. [He hates this conversation. Part of him still wants to help, but she told him not to. So he stays.]

Any ideas?

[ceded]

... we can win without killing, can't we?

[ She's brought the bowls back. Using her spoon, she doles out some pasta into each one. Just one she'll pick up, and move towards Percy to hand it to him. ]

If one of us gets chosen, I think we'll have to work really quickly to figure out who the other bandit is, and convince them not to kill. If we can get through a weekend without killing... if everyone refuses...

[ It's a long shot with so little preparation, but it's the best she's got. ]

[hydrokinetics]

I think so. [The bowl's taken with a nod of thanks...but it also sits between his elbows on the table. His stomach turns again, but it's a nice gesture.]

You don't think Hal chooses Bandits together? I've always wondered about that. The only problem is the independent parties, too. We'd have to keep everybody together to make sure nobody kills on Thursdays.