[It had been a hard day out and Gobo hadn't even made it back to his apartment before conking out. As small as he was, it was easy to curl up in one of the dining room chairs, looking almost like a sleeping cat, albeit with a leg dangling off one side of the seat. He seemed set to remain there all night, at least until the scent of something reached his nostrils. His nose twitched, then sniffed the air, and the smell of FOOD finally filtered in to his brain and pulled him awake.
Sitting up with a wide yawn, Gobo looked around curiously, then slipped down from the chair and headed into the kitchen. Finding who it was was easy enough, and of course the innate Fraggle curiosity kicked in.]
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Sitting up with a wide yawn, Gobo looked around curiously, then slipped down from the chair and headed into the kitchen. Finding who it was was easy enough, and of course the innate Fraggle curiosity kicked in.]
What're you making? It smells really good.