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[barelyjoyous]

[it's late o'clock and some jackass is throwing various pieces of cutlery into a wall of the living area, whistling a jaunty tune.]

Comments

[breathefire]

You ever killed your own food before?

[barelyjoyous]

Can't be as hard as all that.

[breathefire]

Have you been paying attention to the survival lessons?

[barelyjoyous]

Sure I have. Certainly.

[breathefire]

Good.

[barelyjoyous]

[—throws you a butter knife, for funsies.]

[breathefire]

[dodges it, throwing an egg back at him]

[barelyjoyous]

[sidesteps that.]

Waste of food, that is.

[breathefire]

Like they're not gonna throw this all out after we leave in the first place.

[barelyjoyous]

Waste's a waste.

[breathefire]

No, not really.

[barelyjoyous]

Could've eaten it.

[breathefire]

There's no use crying over it.

[barelyjoyous]

No one's crying.

[breathefire]

It's a figure of speech.

[barelyjoyous]

Right.

[flicks a light on, sits down on a counter. ... still holding cutlery, of course]

[breathefire]

Right.

[goes back to stirring shit together in his little apron]

[barelyjoyous]

What're you making, then?

[breathefire]

Bannock.

[barelyjoyous]

What's that?

[breathefire]

It's like bread.

[barelyjoyous]

So it's bread.

[breathefire]

Yeah, sure.

[barelyjoyous]

[moves over the counter, shoves cutlery in a drawer, walks around the general area like a dickhead.]

[breathefire]

[whatever princess, putting this shit into a pan]