[ Chuck isn't, by definition, a morning person. In fact, Chuck can't remember the last time he was up at dawn. Not that Chuck sleeps the day away or anything, but he's only human, and he does enjoy sleep.
That is, of course, until there's an explosion in the kitchen.
He's been in Kore long enough to know that explosions of any kind are not good. After all, the last time the ground shook, a hole had opened up in the middle of town and they'd ended up wandering around aimlessly for an entire day without any powers.
But, as Chuck enters the kitchen now, he sees it's fairly obvious this is not the work of Kore itself, but of poor cooking abilities. He takes in the butterflies, the circle, the gin -- does that say, 'Oh Lord protect this bread'?
He finds himself entirely amused with the situation. However, as he turns his gaze to the disgruntled man, there is no amusement in his face and none in his tone as he says, ]
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That is, of course, until there's an explosion in the kitchen.
He's been in Kore long enough to know that explosions of any kind are not good. After all, the last time the ground shook, a hole had opened up in the middle of town and they'd ended up wandering around aimlessly for an entire day without any powers.
But, as Chuck enters the kitchen now, he sees it's fairly obvious this is not the work of Kore itself, but of poor cooking abilities. He takes in the butterflies, the circle, the gin -- does that say, 'Oh Lord protect this bread'?
He finds himself entirely amused with the situation. However, as he turns his gaze to the disgruntled man, there is no amusement in his face and none in his tone as he says, ]
Oh, uh, wow. Are -- are you okay?