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If there was any popcorn at the party, Floogster couldn't find any. Shrugging to himself, he decided to grab some random food and stick it on a plate. Suddenly, he felt something bounce off the back of his head. Turning around, the little mage was unable to spot the perpetrator. Looking down, he noticed a small piece of celery on the ground.
"What a waste," Floogster thought to himself as he picked it up.
As it was probably home to a lot of bacteria now, Floogster threw it to the Luggage. The chest's lid opened and snapped shut as the celery thudded inside.
"I hope you're not messing up the other stuff I have in there by eating like that and that chicken," Floogster sweatdropped.
The Luggage seemed to shake itself in a gesture of saying "No", but it's really hard to tell with a chest. Floogster shrugged, then jumped up onto the couch (it's really hard to just sit down on one when you're 3'11) next to Andrew. Miraculously, none of the food on Floogster's plate fell off while the small mage climbed up into a comfortable sitting position.
"Hallo, my name's Floogster," Floogster greeted cheerfully, before forking some pasta into his mouth. |
