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What kind of daycare are we talking here? Need breaking out?

The kind where grown men, mutants no less, are brought together for a so called 'mission' when in reality we sit on our arses and pick drama for fun.

I have better ways for wasting my time.

Hate it when that happens.

Well, as long as you can handle it. *shrugs and lights up smoke*

As long as I don't run out of coffee I can. Can't say the same for my books.

Tell me about it.

At least you got to go on a mission. I'm stuck here like a dog leashed in the backyard. Though, it might be interesting to see how far I can stretch...

I don't know why anyone would want to come here.

No one would if they knew what this place really held.

What would that be?

Precisely what we're discussing. You can't tell me that you were informed of this pathetic excuse of a carnival we're living in now?

They said there'd be mutants. [Shrugs, idly.] There are mutants. [Obviously hasn't been socializing much.]

...My boy I think you're missing the point. No matter.

*drinks more coffee*

Oh.

... Sorry.

Psssh. Not to worry....You don't want any coffee, do you?

It's like college life all over again. There's a reason I only spent a year at University.

I've taught at Universities that weren't this ridiculous.

Which one and does it have a culinary course?

Believe it or not I taught lower lever on Oxford for a year or two.

And of course there was culinary. A year without biscuits? Ubsurd.

I'm very interested in owning my own restaurant when I get out of Africa but want to go to school for it first.

Oh wonderful! I'd be more than happy to point you in the right direction. Along with coffee, I love cooking. My mother was a baker.

One of my best friends is a cook as well.