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  1. Thanks for All the Fish

    Open Tales of TCoD

    "Huh. Lemons smell pungant." Typh yawned and scratched the back of her head. With Hugh finally catching up, she could go on. A wry grin lit her face up. "You're slow, aren't ya, Hugh?" The reptile puffed and glared. "Not by much..."
  2. Thanks for All the Fish

    Open Tales of TCoD

    "Ah! Knew I was missing something." Typh backstepped a bit, plucked the clove of garlic from Linoone's fingers, and dashed back to the museum's entrence. "You'll get the finished cod when it's done cooking, kay?" She peeked in. It seemed dark. Fortunately, her living torch should be here any...
  3. Thanks for All the Fish

    Open Tales of TCoD

    "Huh. Come along now, Hugh. I think we're in art, never got clarified." Glancing at the gtuttonous badger, she grinned. It would be pretty nice to have someone along, willingly. Typh never really said anything to anyone, so it was a surprise. "Catch!" She tossed a piece of by-now fully cooked...
  4. Thanks for All the Fish

    Open Tales of TCoD

    Way in the back, Typh was busy lounging and occasionally spearing herself some cod chunks. Chuckling at Linoone's attempts to act casual whilist stuffing herself, she tugged off her fedora. With a shake or two, a metal pan and a stick of butter clanked onto her lap. "I'm good. I wouldn't mind...
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