Ah, well, you know how it is. Getting any higher above squalor than that was a little expensive for us.
[he closes the door behind octavian, with a curious glance at that clunking sound-- but he's not about to ask about something that could be sensitive right off the bat. this is a totally normal hangout that he is NOT going to fuck up.
gregor makes his way into the kitchen, busying himself popping cupboards open, struggling to get one or two of them shut again, ignoring the alarming creaks from the hinges of another... and eventually he pulls out a few nondescript cans along with a pair of pots. yeah, that should work.]
Looks like you've been doing all right so far-- how's everything going?
Hmm. At least you have left the Valentia. Squalor-adjacent bests a pit of Hell.
[Unlike the other hell pit thing, he didn't go there. The Valentia is dangerous for any of them to be in, ergo this quaint little hovel has earned... something like approval, maybe, if they squint. It's a net positive, really.
Octavian follows after him, looking around the semi-functional kitchen, judging—not really about the cabinets, but like, the rest. You live like this??]
I did not suffer a kidnapping if that is what you mean. I threw a rock at a Patho-Gen employee. He did not notice me. [golem privilege, actually?] Is your body very different now. I have heard of extra teeth growing where they should not be.
[he pauses for a moment, hand hovering midair, before he pushes himself to get back to what he was doing.]
...well, I haven't had the teeth problem-- did I remember to ask what you liked, by the way?
[that would be a negative. he definitely did not... if he's going to use a blatant way to try not to answer the rest of that question, then it might as well be relevant.]
[Hmm, well, he's not super interested in cutting up his friends(?) anyway, so that's alright. He looks between Gregor and the cans, like, perhaps this is a funny joke... Or an attempt at being funny...]
[it's definitely not.... labeled as animal food! and that's good enough for government work.]
Look, there's nothing to worry about, this is exactly what I know how to work with-- I could whip up grub with rations like these that brought the men in my squad to tears.
[He will fetch the noodles to sit on the counter while he shuffles around to grab the... best possible pan. At least he seems to be enjoying himself? Hmhmhm, hmhm...]
Can you open the can. Not the mystery can. We will also need salt.
[Seasoning would be great, but he kind of doubts the sudden appearance of a spice rack in this apartment.]
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[he closes the door behind octavian, with a curious glance at that clunking sound-- but he's not about to ask about something that could be sensitive right off the bat. this is a totally normal hangout that he is NOT going to fuck up.
gregor makes his way into the kitchen, busying himself popping cupboards open, struggling to get one or two of them shut again, ignoring the alarming creaks from the hinges of another... and eventually he pulls out a few nondescript cans along with a pair of pots. yeah, that should work.]
Looks like you've been doing all right so far-- how's everything going?
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[Unlike the other hell pit thing, he didn't go there. The Valentia is dangerous for any of them to be in, ergo this quaint little hovel has earned... something like approval, maybe, if they squint. It's a net positive, really.
Octavian follows after him, looking around the semi-functional kitchen, judging—not really about the cabinets, but like, the rest. You live like this??]
I did not suffer a kidnapping if that is what you mean. I threw a rock at a Patho-Gen employee. He did not notice me. [golem privilege, actually?] Is your body very different now. I have heard of extra teeth growing where they should not be.
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...well, I haven't had the teeth problem-- did I remember to ask what you liked, by the way?
[that would be a negative. he definitely did not... if he's going to use a blatant way to try not to answer the rest of that question, then it might as well be relevant.]
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[He assumed that was still coming, no? Should he start making a list? Those cans look dubious at best.]
That is good about the teeth. I did not bring any pliers. [A beat, looking...] Or hedge trimmers.
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[he's already given that his best shot, but unlike the first vines that grew, these hurt to remove-- and they regrow too quickly for it to matter.]
Anyway, pretty sure we've got-- one's definitely fish, not sure what type of meat this other one is...
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Are you sure it is not food for a pet.
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[it's definitely not.... labeled as animal food! and that's good enough for government work.]
Look, there's nothing to worry about, this is exactly what I know how to work with-- I could whip up grub with rations like these that brought the men in my squad to tears.
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[Perhaps the word for this emotion is pity?? Gregor, you can do better than rations.]
And I did not come to dinner to cry over it. Do you want me to help you cook.
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[that's just bad hosting. probably. he can't really say that he's ever had anyone to actually host before...]
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[It's too late, he's going to go look through some more cabinets...]
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[look, he tried, and this seems to be a losing fight. octavian is allowed to stay in the kitchen.]
I think we've got, uh, just a couple over to the left, the one with a hinge missing-- yeah, that one, there should still be some noodles and stuff.
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[He will fetch the noodles to sit on the counter while he shuffles around to grab the... best possible pan. At least he seems to be enjoying himself? Hmhmhm, hmhm...]
Can you open the can. Not the mystery can. We will also need salt.
[Seasoning would be great, but he kind of doubts the sudden appearance of a spice rack in this apartment.]
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[he starts opening other cupboards, hunting for salt or-- basically any kind of seasoning, and finally comes up with
an onion.]
No salt, but how's this for flavor?