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[kendama_bro]

[There's a delicious aroma wafting out of the windows of House 42. Whatever it is, it smells fantastic. Curiously peeking into the windows won't help you find out what it is, though, as the chef seems to have fallen asleep on the kitchen table, exhausted. Apparently the last event tuckered him out and it's only catching up to him now.]

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[chikaidestroyer]

To try the recipe?

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[kendama-pro.livejournal.com]

For dinner in general? Your friends could come too, Albert. In fact, we could throw some sort of party this summer or something. I dunno.

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[wise_maiden]

[Haha, Albert's "friends".]

... a party ...?

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[kendama-pro.livejournal.com]

[He's jumping to conclusions; Albert can't be some antisocial derp like, say, Yuan.]

Or just a dinner. I'll cook. [shrugs]

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[fortunefail]

[Yeah, you guys have fun planning your little dinner party. Meanwhile, Yuan will focus on the dinner they're actually eating right now.]

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[chikaidestroyer]

[Albert has no friends. He has associates and acquaintances. And housemates.]

A dinner party would be an excellent networking opportunity.

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[wise_maiden]

Networking?

If it's something the two of you want to do... [she shrugs a little.]