Cook?
"Cook?" – email from Cyberpunk 2077. Kerry, that makes no sense. I can barely make toast. Don't think you wanna pay me that much to sit together in the kitchen over a burned dinner. Maybe I can learn to mix drinks?
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Kerry, that makes no sense. I can barely make toast. Don't think you wanna pay me that much to sit together in the kitchen over a burned dinner. Maybe I can learn to mix drinks? Like the ones you made yesterday. Either way, sorry, not for me.
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From: Kerry Eurodyne
To: Ariel Velasco
RE: Cook?
Ariel, come on, you're great. We just got distracted talking, that's why the adobo turned out like shit. Besides, where am I supposed to find another Filipino chef? Already lucky to spot you at that party.
Or I dunno – you like plants? Could be my gardener, be pretty preem too.
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From: Kerry Eurodyne
To: Ariel Velasco
RE: Cook?
Ariel, come on, you're great. We just got distracted talking, that's why the adobo turned out like shit. Besides, where am I supposed to find another Filipino chef? Already lucky to spot you at that party.
Or I dunno – you like plants? Could be my gardener, be pretty preem too.
