Donnie had skipped a meal again. Donnie had skipped many meals, in fact, except this fact never really occurs to him until he's left with nothing to do that would otherwise have preoccupied him from that point, or, as is in this case, he finds himself a bit more wobbly on his feet than necessary when navigating the conglomeration of boats.
The scent of something delicious grabs his attention, luring him into the kitchen Link so happens to be baking. To be fair, when he's starving anything might smell delicious, but there's something beautiful about how that freshly prepared pie looks when Link is pulling it out of the oven.
Donnie pokes his head through the window, practically drooling.
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Date: 2024-09-09 01:30 am (UTC)The scent of something delicious grabs his attention, luring him into the kitchen Link so happens to be baking. To be fair, when he's starving anything might smell delicious, but there's something beautiful about how that freshly prepared pie looks when Link is pulling it out of the oven.
Donnie pokes his head through the window, practically drooling.
"What is that."