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[Barnabas does not usually rely on the network for anything, but given the current effects of everything going on, and Cid's plethora of boys in his apartment, he isn't exactly looking for a confrontation. No, today is...special. And so—]

Cidolfus,

I have not forgotten what this day is, surely you have not either. Take in hand your crystal fetters, and excuse yourself to the garderobe.

[That's not ominous at all...]

[Cid will find himself being awoken by the smell of freshly baked bread and some sounds in his kitchen. There isn't a snowflake's chance in hell that his current roommate suddenly learned how to bake, so when curiosity stirs him from his bed he will find that none other than Barnabas Tharmr, King of Waloed, Warden of Ash is in his kitchen. He's presently at work cooking something on the stove top, which as Cid draws nearer it will become more apparent that it is porridge. On the counter seems to be a small crate containing some other odds and ends: jars of pickled herring, jams, there's various fruits, butter, and scallions.

Barnabas seems to pay him no mind as he stirs the porridge. Seems, because before Cid can say anything he speaks up:]

Sit. It will be done ere long.

[He already has a place set for Cid at the table.]

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