SUPER FRIENDLY

[nomoreroom]

Christmas done, New Years over, the chance of encountering anything uncomfortably holy has diminished by a lot, and thus, what might be an disquietingly familiar crimson figure has popped back up in the Nexus again.

Just the same as he was before, that smile permanent, he's gotten comfortable in the plaza. Pretty easy to see the direction he came in from too, the snow partially melted and delicate little cloven deer hoof prints burned right down through to the ground. Rather odd, considering the obvious fancy calf skin shoes he's wearing.

"Happy New Years, ladies and gentleman, Happy New Year, hope you had a fantastic holiday, I know I did!

Say, any of you fine folks out there make a resolution? Keep it light folks, lets just have a nice fat chew here! What do you have in mind for the New Year? Don't say lose weight, if you didn't do it last year, well shucks, I don't think this will be your year either, realistic goals, folks, lets keep it light and real."

The hiss and crackle of that old vacuum tube radio and the tinny, artificial quality of his voice doesn't do much to lend to the 'lightness' of this entire scene, but hey, it's nothing he can help, nor distinctly seems to care about.

Frankly, a seven foot tall antlered anthropomorphic amalgamation of man and deer was about as un-light as one could get, but that's never stopped Alastor before.

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[outpostcook]

"There's a friend of mine in another world who has a Thing loose there, too, and he wants to stop it. I decided to give him a hand. I can't kill my Thing, but I can kill this one."

Kinner considers Alastor's suggestion. He gives a sincere smile. "I'm busy with my fish shop. That's not a bad idea, though. Maybe I'll expand into a restaurant proper once I have enough money and customers..."

[nomoreroom]

"Well hey, any port in a storm, right? Too late to kill yours! Maybe someone will get to it for you back there though! If not, hey, no skin off your nose, not like you'll know!"

Truly, the words of a caring helper.

"There you go! After all, you got all the time in the world! May as well make the best of it!"

[outpostcook]

"I trust the members of my old team. McReady and Norris were on to that thing. Copper, too - if anyone could stop it, it would be them." Kinner believes in the surviving team, though he doesn't doubt there would be losses.

The skinny cook changes the subject to something a little lighter.

"Ever been to Lord of the Fries, Alastor? Great place - I went there myself recently. Best hamburgers I've ever had."

[nomoreroom]

"Chin up, right? And hey, if they lose, you'll have the team over here! Win win!"

The grin twitched upwards a little more at the mention of the fast food joint.

"Sure, I've been there! Cricket treated me to a great meal over there, absolutely fantastic, new favorite place here.

Cute kid, Cricket, you met him?"

[outpostcook]

"Well, I was thinking of dropping by later today. For lunch - I've never been, so I wanted to check the place out. You're welcome to join me if you want. I'll pay."

If Alastor accepts, Kinner will probably regret this, but he's in a generous mood. 'Tis the season and all.

Besides, Kinner likes dining with company.

"You've met Cricket?" Kinner can't help but smile, too. "Yeah, I've met Cricket, he's a good friend of mine. Makes the best moonshine I've ever had, and I'm a cook, so I'm a good judge of these things."