[Nunnally had been busy for the last few days, preparing. In the afternoon she was a little relieved to know that Zhas had gone down to the planet to have a good time, it gave her a little bit more time to prepare. She had set up camp in the rec room when she was finally done, although truth be told she dozed off a bit before Zhas returned back to the ship.
Something that he does in the kitchen, a particular close of the microwave door or a cabinet wakes up up. Sitting up straight and listening, she smiles and gathers her things. So if Zhas hears her wheelchair approaching, he'll see Nunnally with a black package on her lap, and what looks like a plate with an orange protein blob on it. It seems like she tried to scoop out eyes and a mouth, and tried to put a dollop of green on top... but it looks hella ugly.]
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Something that he does in the kitchen, a particular close of the microwave door or a cabinet wakes up up. Sitting up straight and listening, she smiles and gathers her things. So if Zhas hears her wheelchair approaching, he'll see Nunnally with a black package on her lap, and what looks like a plate with an orange protein blob on it. It seems like she tried to scoop out eyes and a mouth, and tried to put a dollop of green on top... but it looks hella ugly.]
Happy Birthday.