[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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...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?