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Stanley's gone back to the sea. I don't think he'll be returning any time soon.

The Murder Hut will be closed until further notice. If you pre-purchased tickets you can take a raincheck, but there's no refunds.

[ It's kind of a joke, see, because if Stan comes back and finds out his family gave money away he'll be so offended he'll probably walk right back into the ocean. ]

If you had any other unfinished business with him, let me know. I'll do what I can to settle it.

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[ Oscar... is someone that Ford still feels a little awkward about approaching. He's long since calmed down enough to not longer reflexively distrust him for his association with Ozpin, but it's awkward remembering how vehemently he had distrusted he and Qrow.

Especially now that Oscar is reaching out. ]

I need you with Dipper. You're important to him, and there's not many people he can confide.

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[Of course Oscar was reaching out. Ford was an important member of his circles, for a variety of reasons. Dipper and Ozpin were just part of it.]

I'm already working on a plan to get him out of the house and doing something with supervision. But, what about you?

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[ And of course Oscar is thinking about him, too. Ford expected nothing less, but it still leaves him feeling awkward and inadequate. He also knows Oscar won't take no for an answer, so after a moment of fumbling: ]

You like to cook, don't you?

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Yeah.

I wouldn't bring you guys pasta bakes and casseroles if I didn't.

[Oscar paused, thinking. Ford was definitely smart enough to know all of this anyway-- and probably had a plan.]

Do you have any requests? I'm not a master chef, but I can try to do it.

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The kids

[ ... Hm. Ford backspaces that and decides to be a little more honest. ]

The entire family is fond of breakfast foods. Pancakes, eggs, waffles, bacon...

Do you think you could make some sort of breakfast casserole?

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[It was the little things, like honesty and the offer of a method to help everyone, that made life worth while sometimes. At the words 'breakfast casserole', Oscar was already recalling the dozens of recipes in his Aunt's cookbooks.]

Mr. Ford. You do know how easy it is to casserole anything with pancake mix, right?

I can make your family something good and have it over soon. With extra syrup. You all probably need it.

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[ Ah... Oscar is a good kid, isn't he? Ford will find a way to make it up to him. ]

Thank you, Oscar. I know we'll all appreciate it.