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Is anyone collecting wild animals? At least they're not reproducing in frenzied amounts, but I've enough pets in this house as is without adding one with terribly sharp claws into the mix. Whenever she's not eating apparently clinging to my leg is the only next viable option, and I can only layer on so many trousers.

And yes, I do realise that this could be much worse but I'd much rather keep these things in their natural habitat or a zo-- the zoo hasnt been letting its occupants loose again, has it? Just wondering; I really would prefer avoiding the unicorns this time. Not everyone can afford to lose a limb or three.

So - baby koala. Ping me if you want one, yeah?

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And here I thought at least one of you would be homemaker.

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Rosella still cooks for us.

[Which is a very simply way of saying 'No.' She turns another corner and pulls open the door. The space is narrow and obviously intended more for carry-out than eating in, though there are some small tables for two against the walls. She may have, possibly, picked it just to see how patient he could be in such a confined space. More likely, however, was the food.]

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Lucky for you, yeah? I hear she's a wonderful cook.

[ He peers around curiously enough, and then his attention is on the nearby stack of menus, one he plucks up for himself. It's certainly cozy, in any case, but Eames has never been one to be uncomfortable in small work spaces as such - at least, not when the environment is nice enough. ]

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[Nice may not be the word, the small space means that oils from the kitchen settle on every available surface in a thin coat of grime, but Carla finds the menu is worth it, and has her usual (large) order already prepared in the back of her mind.]

She doesn't complain, anyway.

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Do you at least pay her?

[ He enjoys Turkish food well enough so finds something to order quickly. ]

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Not a penny.

[The bored looking waiter remembers this bottomless hole of a woman, and is ready for the mass she rattles off. Now be snappy, Eames.]