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[Something Evil]

*Crystal grabs it from the shelf above Amy and hands it to her*

A: "Thanks."
*Amy takes the bottle, rummages until she comes across a bowl and a cup, cracks the eggs and separates the whites from yolk, the latter going into the bowl while the former, not being of relevance, into the cup, then takes the boiled eggs off the cooker, letting them chill in a stream of cold water.*

[Phantom]

"Then get a move on, sir."

[Tellemurius]

"Lets see, i believe there are 200 portals total on the planet, 20 percent should be grouped with some for faster traveling..."

[The Merchant Of Menace]

*Crystal continues watching, studying what Amy does intently*

[Phantom]

"Why are you just telling me? Get someone more powerful. Or at least the Tyrant, he's got a presence all over this planet."

[Tellemurius]

"Oh it should be easy, plus the Tyrant can't cut them off like me, smashing them won't destroy them"

[Phantom]

"Gah, I can't even help right now anyway between a friends muscle convulsions and vomiting, and my brother being more of a psychopath..."

[Tellemurius]

"Friend? who needs help?"

[Phantom]

"The Medic came down with something after a bit, mostly vomiting but the convulsions were recent."

[Tellemurius]

"Hold on let me clean this place up"
*Flames the place*

[Phantom]

"Go on, I got nowhere to depart to anyway."

[Tellemurius]

"Right"
*gets out and starts flying back to the Fort*

[Something Evil]

*Amy rummages about for some onions, peels them and slices them thinly, adding them to the large bowl with the cut apples and meat, then takes the cooled eggs, cracks them and adds their yolks to the smaller bowl with the raw ones, pouring some oil over and starts to stir strongly with a spoon, crushing the boiled yolks as to mix them.*
A: "If I grease myself or get fur into this stuff, I am going to be royally pissed."
*The stirring continues, the ingredients mixing into thick mayonnaise. Content at her work, she makes a last dive for fridge and cupboard, getting some cream and pepper, which she adds to the mayo, thinning it and giving it small black dapples.*
A: "Almost..."

[Phantom]

Dariel whistles in his mind as he waits. Something to the tune of a nice and jolly little tune he heard from a fat Imperial Guard Sargeant.

[Tellemurius]

*Flies around in the sky*