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[ibedeadpeople]

Who: Apartment O + you? door is open
When: Day 32, evening
Where: Apartment O
What: family dinner...?

[There is a stew bubbling happily over the fire; leaf "platters" and shish-kebabs(? something-chunks on sticks), salad, a somewhat overcooked stirfry, and a gourd filled with fruit chunks in milky liquid are arranged on the kitchen counter.]

Okay, guys, get it while it's hot!

Comments

[byallmeans]

[Stop offering people food Maya, we don't have that much. ...but he actually doesn't hate you, so he is rearranging the portions he'd dished out into eight to make nine instead. :| Hands over an ovular wooden plate-bowl.]

Don't just stand in the doorway, if you're staying.

[ghostofthesparklelizards]

[She'd probably help you hunt if you asked.]

Coming, coming.

[Will come sit down properly.]

[byallmeans]

[No furniture, sorry. It is just like Orion's dorm. :Db Hands over some chopsticks, too- sanded sticks- and starts eating his own portion.]

Anything interesting lately?

[ghostofthesparklelizards]

[Meh, sitting on the floor is fine.]

[Though the chopsticks are different. Will just...struggle with them, yep.]

We fought a bunch of spiders the other day.

[byallmeans]

[Watching that. :|a]

What kind?

[ghostofthesparklelizards]

[There is multiple failure.]

[...maybe I should just use my fingers?]

The smaller ones. We had to free Chrono from a big web cocoon they made.

They're not too bad, even in large numbers.

[...compared to terapedes.]

[byallmeans]

[I can't watch this. :|]

Oh, for- hold them this way. It's not that hard.

[ghostofthesparklelizards]

Huh?

Oh, I see. Thanks.

[Partial...success?]

[byallmeans]

Then scissor them open like this. Only move the top one; stop trying to push them together.

[ghostofthesparklelizards]

But wouldn't that just be too loose?

[Oh, oops, too tight and sent a piece flying.]

[But she does manage to snap it between her teeth mid air.]

[byallmeans]

Not if you do it right. They come together like a 'v' at the tip.

[ghostofthesparklelizards]

Oooooh.

[Tries it. Somewhat success!]

[byallmeans]

...it's a start, anyway.

[ghostofthesparklelizards]

It seems like a weird eating utensil.

[But eating anyway. Slowly.]

[byallmeans]

It's what we had in one of the places I lived before Sabra.

[ghostofthesparklelizards]

Really?

[byallmeans]

Why would I waste time making something like that up?

[ghostofthesparklelizards]

Good point. You don't seem the type.

[byallmeans]

Because I'm not the type.

[ghostofthesparklelizards]

That'd probably be a sign of something going terribly wrong.

[byallmeans]

Me wasting time inventing stories?

[ghostofthesparklelizards]

Precisely. You're very no nonsense.

[byallmeans]

Mm. They're not much use.

[He's going to finish up dividing food into enough for eight, then start on his own portion. :|b]

[ghostofthesparklelizards]

But you do seem....oddly relaxed today.

[byallmeans]

Do I?