#rutgers

A glance over at Dagmar. “Not any good?”

The wings.

"Nah, they're good. Can't pick."

“Why the look, then?” He whispers.

Sylvi says, "Maybe we should get a sampler of all their flavors, get the full range."

She looks over at Symon, and then at Dagmar.

"A sampler could be fun to try."

"Sy, we'll make sure to save you some of these. The green tupperware, right?"

He nods. “I’d like that. Give it two weeks in the fridge, or a couple days if under the radiator, but I don't think you’d appreciate that.”

Nose-wrinkle. "Yeah, less smelly in the fridge. No offense."

Sylvi considers the radiator. "I wonder...could there be some way to do that, but limit the odor so we can't smell it, but you can enjoy it when you want them?"

Odyn gives Dagmar a BIG hopeful look

with one eye

“We could hide it in the name twin’s apartment.”

Then, a head shake of regret. “No, the dog would eat it.”

She rolls her eyes. "I think they're legit, Symon. No need to torture them."

A bit of wing sauce on her jeans. "Oh, damn..."

In the background, the TV starts up an episode of Forged in Fire

so while jeans are changed, Dagmar and Symon can observe knives in the making

"It will keeeeeeeeeeel..."

(End Scene)