"Hello, you've reached Kantera. If this is a medical emergency, please hang up and call a hospital. Otherwise, please leave your message after the tone."
Quite a change from roughing it, to foraging for supplies, to living in a very fancy house with all sorts of amenities. I wouldn't be used to it either.
Yeah. ...If you'd told me a year ago I'd so much as have my own house I would've asked what the fuck you were on. And if you'd told me two years ago I would've assumed you were taunting me and gotten pissed off.
[ true to her word, when he gets there and comes in it's just in time to catch her emerging from the lazy river with something very wiggly in her mouth. she makes a muffled sound that can only really be transcribed as "!!" and goes to shove it into a nearby bucket. ]
Well, good news! You now have a shortcut to a fucking fully stocked lake, if you want to practice.
[ tugging a little at the towel, wiggling her way under it for maximum coverage— and shifts to her bipedal form under there. she climbs to her feet after, wearing the towel like an oversized cloak, and spends a couple of moments scrubbing at her hair with it. ]
[ time to haul EEL BUCKET to the KITCHEN and then start getting out ingredients for him: spinach and sesame seeds for the gomae, green onions, nori... then all the stuff for tare sauce, as well as assorted pots and pans. gonna eat well tonight, ]
The green onions and the seaweed should be chopped pretty finely, and then the spinach just needs blanched.
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...and I'm turning twenty this weekend.
I didn't think I'd make it past eighteen. Forget having all this.
[ Choco's still trapped, and her head's still a mess, and there's other shit going on— there's always other shit going on.
but she's alive. despite everything, she's still here. ]
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Still here. Both of us.
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Yeah.
I'm gonna— I haven't really felt like it since the mindfuck? But I think I'm gonna go yell at the moon tonight. If you want to join me.
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...wouldn't say no to help with side dishes. I'm not celebrating celebrating, but I think I want to do something nice tonight. —you okay with eel?
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[Cooking together with pack, he'll never turn that down.]
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[And he'll fly over - not using the fast travel, it's better exercise to fly.]
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Good timing.
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[Though now that he thinks about it, of course it is. Hunting is good enrichment.]
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[ she crawls under a large nearby towel, braces with all eight legs, and— goodness that's a big shake. that's a big shake. ]
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I do like a spot of fishing myself, though I can't claim to be very good at it.
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[ tugging a little at the towel, wiggling her way under it for maximum coverage— and shifts to her bipedal form under there. she climbs to her feet after, wearing the towel like an oversized cloak, and spends a couple of moments scrubbing at her hair with it. ]
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[He doesn't have like, Knife Trauma.]
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[ time to haul EEL BUCKET to the KITCHEN and then start getting out ingredients for him: spinach and sesame seeds for the gomae, green onions, nori... then all the stuff for tare sauce, as well as assorted pots and pans. gonna eat well tonight, ]
The green onions and the seaweed should be chopped pretty finely, and then the spinach just needs blanched.
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[doing all those things!! maybe we should handwave the cooking process a little,]
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