*'Do you like the new and improved me?' The last two weeks have been enough to stain his opinion of both Lazaruses, but these snippets of wisdom and self control alone have already gone a long ways towards gaining respect in Cesar's eyes. It shows restraint. When was the last time the doppelganger had any?*
*He looks back at the oven, then fishes up a pair of oven mitts. There's no way to sign once they're on, but he gives Lazarus a brief thumb's up, and the oven is open. Delicious aromas billow out of the space in a rolling cloud, and Cesar smiles.*
*Gloves off. The dish is on the stove.* {That smells amazing. Get plates? They're in that cupboard.}
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*He looks back at the oven, then fishes up a pair of oven mitts. There's no way to sign once they're on, but he gives Lazarus a brief thumb's up, and the oven is open. Delicious aromas billow out of the space in a rolling cloud, and Cesar smiles.*
*Gloves off. The dish is on the stove.* {That smells amazing. Get plates? They're in that cupboard.}