If you care to start, I guess. [there's the barn ahead. Or the vegetable patch. Which way?] I guess growing up with live in help deadened some survival instincts.
[ He ends up not answering because he's just cognisant enough to feel a bit strange about the whole affection week thing, so he's distracted by the handhold. Not enough of a hater to pull away despite it. ]
Right. Well, maybe it is. I know that Pestilence has their garden just outside of our usual area of reach in the village, but it's possible they have this and that both?
[After a second she is also registering that it is perhaps a bit strange. But also he's not pulling away. And she likes him. Daan is solid and sane. Smart without being a jackass about it, considerate without a cloying edge. Good man.]
Or it's another playpen for us poor fucks to mess around in for the week. Since we trashed the other one.
[Even if it got restored by magic, they Know What Happened there.]
This one we have full access to though, so it's probably not that insane of an assumption. You may as well stick around and learn a bit of cooking if this is going to be our lifestyle for the next few weeks.
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Somebody has to. Or at how to hold meat over a fire.
You cook?
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Lightly. I'm not going to make anything impressive... but I can prepare decently-enough and plate a few things.
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That's better than I do. Mostly I just manage. Or blow my budget on Chinese carry-out.
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We all start somewhere. It isn't as if I roamed the streets already knowing how to pour a perfect glass or how many minutes to put a roast in a stove.
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If you care to start, I guess. [there's the barn ahead. Or the vegetable patch. Which way?] I guess growing up with live in help deadened some survival instincts.
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Survival is learning which plants you can probably eat without getting sick.
[ They can start on the vegetable garden side first, where Daan is gonna take a look. ]
Looks pretty normal... for nobody being around.
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It's also foraging the least fuzzy food from the fridge and not burning the house down frying it.
[As they walk her hand simply folds into his. She doesn't think about it. It's just natural somehow.]
Yeah. There's not even any weeds left. [Which one was their gardener again? Death or Pestilence?] Like something out of a painting.
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[ He ends up not answering because he's just cognisant enough to feel a bit strange about the whole affection week thing, so he's distracted by the handhold. Not enough of a hater to pull away despite it. ]
Right. Well, maybe it is. I know that Pestilence has their garden just outside of our usual area of reach in the village, but it's possible they have this and that both?
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Or it's another playpen for us poor fucks to mess around in for the week. Since we trashed the other one.
[Even if it got restored by magic, they Know What Happened there.]
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Please, let's not say "we".
[ Count me out of that. ]
This one we have full access to though, so it's probably not that insane of an assumption. You may as well stick around and learn a bit of cooking if this is going to be our lifestyle for the next few weeks.
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[ Huh. Not exactly his intention, but. ]
I don't think I'm good enough to teach much, but if you want.
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Learn how to julienne and you can make yourself a decent salad out of anything.