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[center][h1][color=purple]Marco DePaulo [/color][/h1]
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[color=purple]Location[/color]: Camp Lava Lake - Main Hall and Kitchen 
[color=purple]Skills[/color]: N/A[/center]
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Marco watched as Demi put a bite of quiche in his mouth after saying that he was allergic to eggs. Either he was really stupid or having a goof. He decided not to address what was going on there, but cuddled in closer to Em as he ate. He was glad that everyone seemed to be enjoying the food he had made, even if it wasn't what he would consider his best. 

[color=purple]"Glad everyone's enjoying. I suspect I'll be spending most of my day cleaning the crappy plastic plates and utensils they left and taking inventory of the cooking wear they've left here. I'll add any ingredients I want to the list before nightfall, Dobbs. I've got a few ideas for some meals in mind, including some surf and turf, since I haven't heard of any allergies so far."[/color]

He reached over to gently squeeze Em's thigh back as he nuzzled in close. He still would kill for a cup of coffee, but decided not to say that part aloud, given the camps history. He could survive one day without the stuff, right?