After her experience in the room with the baggage yesterday, Éponine had only meant to come back to the camp, but she'd ended up blundering into another room instead. All things considered, the two slightly stale loaves of bread because I will never be done making bread jokes with this canon probably hadn't been worth the effort of navigating the abandoned kitchen, mostly because in the center of it was a giant oven (big enough to put a person in, she'd thought) with its door open and occasional gouts of flame shooting out.
That was more than enough to convince her she was absolutely done with the damn dungeon for the day, and she'd come back to get a few hours' sleep. Upon waking, she'd grudgingly decided to leave one of the loaves of bread for others if they wanted to fight over it, and went to put it by the fireplace.
At the very least, she noticed the difference in the figurines on the mantel, since God knew she'd spent enough time staring at them.
"But where's my friend monsieur the moose?" she asked the tiny television. "He hasn't been promoted, has he? Probably just as well I forgot to think of a name for him, then."
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Re: Camp One - Fireplace
Date: 2013-04-10 08:53 pm (UTC)because I will never be done making bread jokes with this canonprobably hadn't been worth the effort of navigating the abandoned kitchen, mostly because in the center of it was a giant oven (big enough to put a person in, she'd thought) with its door open and occasional gouts of flame shooting out.That was more than enough to convince her she was absolutely done with the damn dungeon for the day, and she'd come back to get a few hours' sleep. Upon waking, she'd grudgingly decided to leave one of the loaves of bread for others if they wanted to fight over it, and went to put it by the fireplace.
At the very least, she noticed the difference in the figurines on the mantel, since God knew she'd spent enough time staring at them.
"But where's my friend monsieur the moose?" she asked the tiny television. "He hasn't been promoted, has he? Probably just as well I forgot to think of a name for him, then."