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The Day We Met - Chapter 4, Page 37

🕑 Added 2026-01-16 16:53:04 +0000 UTC

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Falco

Nah sugar's fine :)

Thruster_Check

What's with the sugar bowl? Bad stuff for most critters. Granny must be some kind of prey species or omnivore; I don't think preds can even taste sugar.

Falco

I miss having a gas stove so much :< living vicariously through these characters by giving them the house I want lol

Falco

Same fridge as in the mini comic, kitchen just looks a bit different because I actually put some effort in this time :'))

Falco

Indy's embarrassed to have them but also he has yet to remember to buy new salt and pepper shakers so... well... they're functional... :(((

Tine

I love that carnal bear statue on the table! (Making 'Honey'?) ;-)

MuddiDragon

It's the cheese tax. (Now I need art of Indy eagerly lapping up shredded cheese, sprinkled by an amused looking Pen)

Thruster_Check

If that stove is as old as it looks there should be a box of wooden matches somewhere, and some small container for the used ones. The one my granny had lacked a pilot light, so you had to strike a match before you turned the burner on.

Kaiyotee S

So everyone has that snail magnet, huh?

SpiroPasta

*opens fridge* “… why are there 24 bags of shredded cheese? Why are they *all* open?!?!?”

Keftense

Also...that kitchen literally took me back to my Great Grandmas place! And best part i see in that kitchen is the GAS STOVE!!! Perfect geat control to make things...however i am betting the fridge is empty haha

Keftense

Pen in a tank top is cute as hell....it ain't right lol

MuddiDragon

Just went through my great aunts things, cleaning stuff out. SOOOO MANY TEA SETS!!!! Also, that clock *chefkiss*

Thruster_Check

OMFG, a three-piece chrome dinette set ... I grew up hearing radio ads for those at $19.95 ... my granny had a five-piece set ($29.95), but I can tell you the chair cushions were nowhere near that thick. Very sad; a lot of people sold off their very solid old wooden heirloom furniture for that cheesy junk. Another thing I remember from granny's kitchen was the foot-tall aluminum percolator-style coffee pot. Her kitchen was *huge*, the second-largest room in the house, and all the adults hung out in there to gossip and drink coffee (or an occasional beer) and smoke cigarettes. Something I didn't know for a very long time: the tiny upstairs bedroom had an honest-to-god feather bed in it, and I got to sleep in it once ... like floating in a cloud.