"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."
[ 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.
[ anyway, cooking montage go. by the time they're done the kitchen smells fucking fantastic, all sweet-sticky-savory from the grilling the eel in sauce and getting the dashi stock ready. Eve plates things up— the spinach and toppings each in their separate bowls, the green tea and broth in their own teapots for pouring, and serving of eel on rice for each of them. ]
...Not as good as my grandmother's. Or my teammate's. But I'll take it.
It smells delicious. I think Gardenia would be impressed with our work here.
[Has he mentioned Gardenia to Eve before? ...No, probably not. He speaks very little of his neighbors in the dream, on most occasions. But there's a warm fondness in his tone, tinged with the melancholy of speaking of someone he might never see again.]
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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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Don't even start—
[ anyway, cooking montage go. by the time they're done the kitchen smells fucking fantastic, all sweet-sticky-savory from the grilling the eel in sauce and getting the dashi stock ready. Eve plates things up— the spinach and toppings each in their separate bowls, the green tea and broth in their own teapots for pouring, and serving of eel on rice for each of them. ]
...Not as good as my grandmother's. Or my teammate's. But I'll take it.
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[Has he mentioned Gardenia to Eve before? ...No, probably not. He speaks very little of his neighbors in the dream, on most occasions. But there's a warm fondness in his tone, tinged with the melancholy of speaking of someone he might never see again.]