The food is on Kusuriyuri's low desk. He has convinced the house elves that raw fish is not harmful, or at least they'll humor him enough to allow him sushi. He has taken care that any vegetables are cooked, thus reducing the chance they'd react if A did lose control.
"Join me," he says, gesturing at the cushion across from him.
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Date: 2008-07-29 03:36 am (UTC)The food is on Kusuriyuri's low desk. He has convinced the house elves that raw fish is not harmful, or at least they'll humor him enough to allow him sushi. He has taken care that any vegetables are cooked, thus reducing the chance they'd react if A did lose control.
"Join me," he says, gesturing at the cushion across from him.