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[ ...The smell catches her attention early into the afternoon, but Nonon knows exactly where it's coming from. That jerkass old man who makes delicious crepes. She doesn't know why they hell he's here, but she's certain it's actually because of her, and one of her friends having terrible taste in inviting him.

But she ignores him, enjoying her game of chicken, swimming around... but eventually she can't take it. It smells too good. Swallowing her pride she storms right up to Archer, uncaring about anyone else in the line, pointing at him accusingly. ]

Tell me right now who told you to come today!! [ She yells... and her eyes dart to the pot of food hungrily, and then back again. ]