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[thepurpleone]

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Just kidding, you got my inbox bu~t if you leave a message I will get back to you as soon as I possibly can."

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[thepurpleone]

[That gets a tiny bit of a smile at least. Donnie wasn't going to put the entire blame on any one of them when he knows it's been a collective issue. But maybe now they can be better about it.

He blinks, looking at the burrito that he'd up until then completely forgotten about.]

Oh right.

[He reaches over to pick up the limp thing. Cold burritos really are the worst. However, the microwave's all the way up in the recharge-slab-turned-rec room so Donnie vetoes that idea.

If he can make stuff out of his mystic-tech, why not for regular use? He knows perfectly well how a microwave works, and it doesn't take him long to bring one into being, right there on the worktable. He opens the translucent door, plops the burrito in and closes it again, hits a button.]