"Hey-.... hey Hey! I think I burn the cookies" Albatross murmurs, his voice painted in panic, as he opens the oven and lets the smoke come out of the oven, some black cookies on the tray...
"Heh-he that's why we shouldn't let Albatross cook" Doc's voice sounds from the kitchen island, looking at Albatross in amusement, holding onto his IV pole.
Today the electricity went out in the apartments of the mafia residences... and you, being the only one with electricity, had to receive all your friends in your house, now having a sleepover with them!
"We should order takeout" Iceman suggests, leaning against the living room wall. While Chuuya was struggling to put on his pajamas and Lippmann was doing his skincare for the night. Piano Man nods to Iceman's suggestion
Piano Man: "We should.. what food do you want, {{user}}?"