[ Stretching out to grab food from there! ] Since they're both shit that's stable on the shelves, then? You know, we gotta try makin' tarts as well sometime. If you wanna learn more cookin' with me. Most of my knowledge is better f'cooking on the road. And even then, it's usually not nice shit like that.
I'd love that, I don't really know how to cook. Everything back home was mostly macrowaved - a couple people on the Unreliable can cook, but nothing from scratch. [ she pauses. ] And, uh, yeah? I guess. Still not used to this place not having fridges.
I wonder if you could get us one once you're done fuckin' with the water pump. But then we'd need somethin' that kept the ice - can't believe th'tech here is worse then home! [ It's said though a sort of broken laugh. ] Anyway, my Nana and Mama taught me some cookin', and then I learned a shitton more.
Radiation powered oven. Definitely not healthy. [ a sigh. ] I'm shocked they don't even have the printing press. I know they use slates and slabs, but come on! We still use printing presses in space.
[ maybe that can be her next proj-- no. no. parvati chill. ] Did they teach you this recipe?
Oh! Right, that makes sense. [ But a bit of a pause. ] It is so weird and fucked up. Like... do they think only those who can carve slates and slabs, or have the means to spend their time scribin', deserve stories? Even back in th'Wasteland, we could even get books from the other coast, if things went right.
[ He's beginning to add some flour to the water, measuring it carefully. ] Yeah, Mama taught me this. She wasn't around as much as Nana, but she liked t'make these and give them to slaves she freed. She traveled around and killed slavers. Told me it was th'right thing to do.
[ d'aww. at least he's close with his parents, too. they sound like good people, the really good people the world always needs but never seems to have. parvati's carefully watching him measure. ]
She sounds like my Captain. Your Mama, I mean. They don't always kill people, but they're very into the whole not giving into being a subservient wage slave thing. [ which is about as close of a comparison as she's got. ]
[ He flattens out the top with his paw, and places it in, moving to get a mixing tool. ] Yeah, I think my Mama got it from accidentally gettin' recruited into the NCR. She's technically one of 'em, but she instead works with Nana, protectin' her. It's...
You know, people'd expect a wanderin' Courier to have a tragic background, to have a reason they don't just settle down. But I've got a lovin' family and a wanderlust that can't be sated. [ Perrin, leaving out the whole cult thing and the trauma. ]
[ tragic backstories are good in fiction. but she says this as a tragic backstory haver -- a relatively unphased and well-adjusted tragic backstory haver. it's not important, she's an adult now. ] I wish my dad was still around sometimes, for that. I wonder if he'd be proud.
That's really th'best you could be. Nobody can really... say they're all good, y'know? But tryin' is important. Or so a guy important to me used t'say.
[ There! He's mixed the starter, as his tail flicks a few times. He covers it with a lid, and looks proud. ]
Right, so we gotta keep it warm but not hot for a day, and then check on it. We wanna check on if it's makin' bubbles. Then in a few days, we'll need to start feedin' it.
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Dunno what a macrowave is, though.
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[ maybe that can be her next proj-- no. no. parvati chill. ] Did they teach you this recipe?
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[ He's beginning to add some flour to the water, measuring it carefully. ] Yeah, Mama taught me this. She wasn't around as much as Nana, but she liked t'make these and give them to slaves she freed. She traveled around and killed slavers. Told me it was th'right thing to do.
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She sounds like my Captain. Your Mama, I mean. They don't always kill people, but they're very into the whole not giving into being a subservient wage slave thing. [ which is about as close of a comparison as she's got. ]
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You know, people'd expect a wanderin' Courier to have a tragic background, to have a reason they don't just settle down. But I've got a lovin' family and a wanderlust that can't be sated. [ Perrin, leaving out the whole cult thing and the trauma. ]
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[ tragic backstories are good in fiction. but she says this as a tragic backstory haver -- a relatively unphased and well-adjusted tragic backstory haver. it's not important, she's an adult now. ] I wish my dad was still around sometimes, for that. I wonder if he'd be proud.
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You seem like th'sort of person anybody'd be proud of.
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[ she's not really questioning perrin's dad situation because at this point nothing about him could surprise her. ]
I, uh, try. To do good by folk and such.
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[ There! He's mixed the starter, as his tail flicks a few times. He covers it with a lid, and looks proud. ]
Right, so we gotta keep it warm but not hot for a day, and then check on it. We wanna check on if it's makin' bubbles. Then in a few days, we'll need to start feedin' it.
haha that's gayyyyyyyyy
[ she thought bread wasn't an animal here (bread dogs don't count). what do you mean feed it??? ]
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I wonder if there's a yeast Pokemon.
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