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After a quick pat down to make sure that he was still intact, or as intact as he last recalled himself being, Jonathan Teatime looked around the vaguely familiar, butter-scented room he found himself in. There was little in said room beyond giant kernels of popcorn in even larger glass boxes, but Teatime had seen far stranger things on the bottom of his shoe (often after taking a walk around the Unseen University). Nothing so terribly odd about over-sized seeds.
What was odd was that he remembered being here before, and remembered remembering as well.
There was a strange sort of layering of memories tucked neatly away in the
Teatime wiped the worst of the butter off of his clothes. Staying put wasn't going to make any of this clearer, and those giant kernels did not interest him. He slipped on a smile and out of the room, choosing a direction at random to begin wandering.