[color=007236][H1][Center]Grok[/Center][/H1][/color]

Grok's eyes narrowed at Jill as she referred to men as savages. Groom was a gentleman, he'd even taken to ironing his loincloth. Granted, he was told he wasn't allowed to wear it in public anymore, and almost had his name added to a list. Unimportant! That small verbal slight was nothing compared to the bowl before him, which he aggressively rinsed with burning hot water.

Grumbling to himself as he starts to use way too much dishsoap, engrossed with his work until he finally hears Jonathon actually speak to him. [color=00746b]"The Jon has risen! Your assistance is appreciated against the hardened oats!"[/color] He says, reaching out towards the skeletal arm. With the offer, Grok has every intention to take that hand and use it as a sponge-holder, or even to use those boney fingers to scrape off grime.

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