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Dustin Lake Guevera | Merlin (ihavemagic) wrote in thereincarnates,

Dustin snorted. He'd never been picky about food in his life, could never afford to be, not when he hadn't been making much money. His poisons and magic made him enough to survive, of course, but considering he was an enemy of Camelot? He couldn't really just go traipsing into a store to buy whatever he wanted. It was partially why he was practically begging for food from his brother.

"I like frozen stuff," Dustin shrugged. If he didn't like it he could always use magic to change it into something better. Unfortunately he was limited by having items in order to create better items, but that was no bother. Give him a frozen dinner? He'll turn it into a feast. And if he likes you, it won't even be poisoned.

"Hey, what'd you need that information for anyway?" Dustin asked curiously, following behind his brother like an obedient puppy before he hopped up to sit on the counter. His legs swung back and forth the way a child's might, the heels hitting against the cabinet. "That's taking too long," He added a moment later, waving his hand to cook it instantly, and then again to make it something more appetizing. In this case, a pizza. And maybe he'd share.