#rivervale_lodge

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As Kerri opens the fridge she finds it full of food. She did not do this. It's spam. All spam.

Well, thee's some regular food in the back.

but added to it, SPAM, in danger of spilling out

She looks, then closes the door quickly to avoid the spill out, and then stares at the door.

Spam

in cans

After a moment, she cautiously checks the freezer, and then a nearby cabinet.

SPAM

And Spam!

A flurry of cabinet checking! She also checks the oven!

Every space that HAD Space, no longger has space, because SPAM

And... OH...oh, no...

She checks the cauldron.

Cupboards...

Pantry

fortunately just the kitchen

The Cauldron is empty, but warm to the touch

A frown, but not a deeply angry one. "Well, it's not like I don't know how to cook a few things out of SPAM, but really!" she says to nobody in particular.

There must be enough spam in the kitchen to feed the whole lodge for a month

Then she calls out, "Connor! Jack! If you can hear me, please come to the kitchen! Now!"

She heard a yip, “I DIDN’T DO IT!”

Hooves.. satyr hooves (Because thanks to invading centaur girls we gotta specify) trot close then in comes Jack "Yeah, whateve it is"

“We didn't even GO yet!” Connor says with a guilty look on his face. “I mean we aren't! Didn’t, won’t. It was, um.”

“Snow?”

Pausing he sniffs the air, and his tail wags. “Smells good.”

A simple eyebrow, and she opens the fridge door with an expression that says that she expects an explanation.

“It’s my birthday?!”

Connor looks legitimately surprised and excited.

"Wow, that's a LOT of spam" Jack is impressed

"Connor, you're gonna be sick" the satyr boy says

“I’ll share. You can have 3 cans.”

"There are a great deal more than three cans here. I'd really like to know how they got here."

Jack ponders this with a boy's imaginaion, then holds up his hand "I don't see wings, could they have ROLLED here?"

She closes the fridge, and folds her arms. "Gentlemen, I'm giving you every opportunity to explain how this happened. If you know anything about it, I do expect you to tell me now." Her voice is firm, but kind.

Connor opens then closes his mouth, thinking.

He steps forward and SNIFFS the fridge handle and the cupboards…

Kerri blinks. Perhaps they really don't know? "This certainly is a mystery," she says, encouraging his investigations.

"Uh.. so Spam is bad?" Confusion on Jack's face

"SPAM is fine in its proper proportions, but this is excessive."

"Then why do you have so much of it?" Jack asks genuinely perplexed

"That is an excellent question, as I did not put it there."

"Connor, if your sniffer is sniffing well, could you sniff near the cauldron please? But don't touch. I think there might be a scent to pick up over there, other than mine."

"I can whisper it after if you don't find anything, but I'd like to see if the Silverpaw Detectives can figure this out."

“It was me…” he says, finally with a sniff.

“Me not me.”

She blinks. "Pardon?"

Jack says "It was Ron Noc! Your evil mirror universe counter part?"

"Me..." He tugs at his ears and wags his tail. "But not ME." He points at his chest.

"I hate that guy." He nods to Jack.