[ The idea of what would happen to both his stomach and kitchen, should Grell cook him something has a rather sour expression forming on William's face. He forcefully shakes his head. ]
No. You are not cooking anything.
[ William stands from the table, carefully making his way towards where he knows the pantry door is. If he can recall what he had on hand, maybe he can piece something together that would be easy enough to make by himself. ]
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No. You are not cooking anything.
[ William stands from the table, carefully making his way towards where he knows the pantry door is. If he can recall what he had on hand, maybe he can piece something together that would be easy enough to make by himself. ]