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Aglio has a minion!
Formaggio the Smiley Cheese
Formaggio the Smiley Cheese
Aglio
Legacy Name: Aglio
The
Common JollinOwner:
misa_laoAge: 12 years, 9 months, 2 weeks
Born: August 1st, 2011
Adopted: 12 years, 9 months, 2 weeks ago
Adopted: August 1st, 2011
Statistics
- Level: 10
- Strength: 21
- Defense: 11
- Speed: 10
- Health: 10
- HP: 10/10
- Intelligence: 22
- Books Read: 22
- Food Eaten: 0
- Job: Unemployed
"Buongiorno! Come stai? Benvenuti al mio ristorante d'Italia, dove mangi che il tuo cuore desidera. . ."
You glance down, startled, as a merry fox strides jauntily towards you, Italian falling out of his mouth like Ragú from a jar. He doesn't look like much, considering he has half your height and double your number of left feet, but you vaguely recall the story of a successful rat cook, and you are, reluctantly, pacified. For now, anyway. You still have to try the food before you make the final verdict.
In the midst of your wayward musings, you have been seated, and it is with mild surprise that you look up--or down, rather--to see an emperor penguin waddling to your seat with a menu clutched in its orange-striped beak. And why not? you reason to yourself. He is already properly dressed for the occupation. You then decide matter-of-factly that more restaurants should, in fact, employ penguins for these positions.
You thank the penguin and take the proffered menu with a hesitant, somewhat dazed grin. You half expect him to reply with a civilized, "You're welcome," but he merely stares at you dumbly for some seconds before another penguin comes by and shoos him off. The new penguin ducks his head apologetically and peers up at you with beady black eyes.
"That's Cousin Vinny--he's a little, ehhh. . . What you say, 'touched in the head'? Yeh. That." He flaps a fin dismissively. "Anyway. Enjoy your meal. . . Or else."
His voice is straight out of The Godfather, and in the whirl of marveling at this revelation, you can only emit a strained, high-pitched "Ha ha!" at his last two words (because he was obviously going for a comic angle, right?). You sit stiffly, your smile forced, until he nods grimly and waddles away to a door in the back.
You glance down, startled, as a merry fox strides jauntily towards you, Italian falling out of his mouth like Ragú from a jar. He doesn't look like much, considering he has half your height and double your number of left feet, but you vaguely recall the story of a successful rat cook, and you are, reluctantly, pacified. For now, anyway. You still have to try the food before you make the final verdict.
In the midst of your wayward musings, you have been seated, and it is with mild surprise that you look up--or down, rather--to see an emperor penguin waddling to your seat with a menu clutched in its orange-striped beak. And why not? you reason to yourself. He is already properly dressed for the occupation. You then decide matter-of-factly that more restaurants should, in fact, employ penguins for these positions.
You thank the penguin and take the proffered menu with a hesitant, somewhat dazed grin. You half expect him to reply with a civilized, "You're welcome," but he merely stares at you dumbly for some seconds before another penguin comes by and shoos him off. The new penguin ducks his head apologetically and peers up at you with beady black eyes.
"That's Cousin Vinny--he's a little, ehhh. . . What you say, 'touched in the head'? Yeh. That." He flaps a fin dismissively. "Anyway. Enjoy your meal. . . Or else."
His voice is straight out of The Godfather, and in the whirl of marveling at this revelation, you can only emit a strained, high-pitched "Ha ha!" at his last two words (because he was obviously going for a comic angle, right?). You sit stiffly, your smile forced, until he nods grimly and waddles away to a door in the back.
Pet Treasure
Tomato
Onion
Cheese
Fancy Coffee Cake
Large Steel Pan