Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26852465-20160209185401/@comment-26852465-20160209212355

The scent of bean dip would assault his nostrils, and a Dragon girl, calmly trying to keep an intense fire only on the stove gave him a half-hearted wave.

"Busy right now, help yourself to the potato things, and the dip!" The 'potato things' were in fact chips, mildly salted.