[Boober thinks it might be a rule of fate to run out of ingredients at the worst possible time. It sure seems to be that way for him, at least! The Christmas market in Goldenrod is basically here, it might as well be, and amidst all the preparation and recipe-testing, Boober somehow missed that he was out of squash until just a few of hours ago. The snow that started yesterday has not let up, either. But what choice was there? This weather, and the precautions Boober was of course taking for it, meant the trip out the store was long and cold.
He is shuddering when he gets back to the apartment, but there's a distraction from worries about potential frostbite: Gobo is sitting huddled up on the couch. It's not that Gobo hasn't just shown up here before, of course. Unannounced visits are really quite standard for fraggles. It's just that Gobo wasn't here when Boober departed. Boober is still for a moment, but soon he makes for the kitchen.]
[action, november 30]
He is shuddering when he gets back to the apartment, but there's a distraction from worries about potential frostbite: Gobo is sitting huddled up on the couch. It's not that Gobo hasn't just shown up here before, of course. Unannounced visits are really quite standard for fraggles. It's just that Gobo wasn't here when Boober departed. Boober is still for a moment, but soon he makes for the kitchen.]
I'll make you some tea, hang on.