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[Kurt's alive~ Albeit a little worse-for-wear looking, all bedraggled and pale and looking very much like he hasn't slept at all for the last four days.

But he manages an anemic smile for the camera, reaching up and patting futilely at his mussed hair.] So...I think I've finally gotten the diner up to code. Or as close as it'll ever get. So....feel free to..come over...please. [His voice breaks a little and he blinks rapidly before abruptly turning the camera off.]

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I can handle a little mean. I meant nobody's murderous...thus far.

I'm actually a serial killer, but I only kill ugly people, so you're safe.

Flatterer. I'm blushing under all this flour and grime.

As long as you and I know. [Kobra grins. He likes Kurt. He's a sweet kid and it must be weird to be stuck here when there's a great life waiting at home.]

It'll be our little secret.

...cookies! Right. What's your favorite?

Chocolate chip! Simple, but awesome, just like me.

[That's a lie. Kobra's far from simple, but it's not to pretend.]

Tried and true and loved by all?

Exactly!

Man, I haven't had a freshly baked cookie in years. [He's getting really excited now.]

[He'll bring over a plate and lay them down in front of Kobra with a flourish.] Bon appetit.

Marry me? [And that's about all he gets out before he starts to stuff his face. It's not quite cookie monster, but it's still an odd image given how skinny he is.]

[Turns a little red, but laughs, hopping back up onto the table.] That good, huh?

[He even finished chewing before he answers.]

You work food magic, Kurt. Food magic.

I've been known to, yes.

If you ever need help with like... chopping or mixing or bowl-licking, I am at your service.

...do you like banana's?

Of course. [If it's food, he likes it!]

Good. You can help me make bread.

You bet your ass I can!

Good. [Hopping off the table now and literally dragging Mr. Kobra into the kitchen.]

Tell me what to do. I haven't helped with stuff like this since I was little!

Mash the banana's without eating them, please.

Okay, but only 'cause I just ate like a million cookies.

[He starts to gather the bananas and get to work. Man, oh, man! Banana bread!]

[Kurt's going to flutter around the kitchen like a culinary butterfly, mumbling to himself as he grabs ingredients.] ...ohhhh, chocolate chips! And I saw some peanut butter, so we can definitely achieve monkey bread!

You're kinda amazing. Just so you know. I wanna put you in my pocket and keep you, if that's cool.

[He smiles and watches Kurt as he mashes the bananas.]

[Blinks a couple times, then smiles.] That's a sweet, if a bit confusing compliment. I don't think I'd fit.