[BB is in luck. Between the fastidious ministrations of Kurogiri and Dito, the treehouse was always relatively clean. There are patches of clutter here and there that gave the whole house a lived-in look, but nothing overwhelming or overly messy. The smell of smoked bacon and thyme wafts through the room, and Dito can be seen at the stove, stirring a boiling pot of what looked to be some sort of chowder.
He doesn't bother to look BB's way at her arrival, but he does deign to toss a snide comment over his shoulder.]
I thought I heard the dulcet tones of our resident busybody. At least you admit to stalking us this time.
[He takes a sip of the chowder, shakes his head with a noise of disappointment, and adds more pepper.]
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He doesn't bother to look BB's way at her arrival, but he does deign to toss a snide comment over his shoulder.]
I thought I heard the dulcet tones of our resident busybody. At least you admit to stalking us this time.
[He takes a sip of the chowder, shakes his head with a noise of disappointment, and adds more pepper.]