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Bond post: gifts

Who: Heroes
When: Day 37, evening
Where: All the Cabins

[Rean is visiting YOUR cabin with a big big pot of hot pot and a smile. Or if you don't answer several knocks he'll leave it on your doorstep and your team can spirit it inside to share.]

Ginger | Thyme | Senna | Jasmine | Licorice | Clover

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Hmmm.

I do like pink. It's not as good as blue, but it's nice.

[It just also makes me feel vaguely guilty for some reason.]

[Setting down the bowls beside him.]

[And gonna hug him from behind because he's waking up and there's still that charm.]

Feeling better after all that cooking?

Edited 2019-07-31 18:00 (UTC)

[Help? Way to kill a guy. Blush aside he lifts a hand to touch Dusk's arm familiarly]

Yeah. You feeling better after a nap?

[He nods.] Less dead inside. Woke up before dreams took a turn for the worst.

[Which is why he got up. He could sense the impending nightmare and no thank you.]

Head hurts less too.

That's good. Are you already having nightmares...?

Don't have enough memories to dream of something else.

Ah jeez.

[Leans back to get his arm up to ruffle Dusk's hair before stepping away.]

Warm food'll do you some good.

I think so.

....it's not spicy, right? [Still ladling some up.]

I don't think so.

[It's not spicy to his taste.]

You can add more seasonings but it should be fine as is.

No, no. I'm not actually equipped for too much spice.

[You go from MRE to limited supplies, to finally normal food, it takes a while to handle spice again.]

So anything exciting happen?

Not that I know of, just been in Ginger cooking. Unless you want to hear graphic descriptions of Leonnie's big big eyes and sad sad tail wag of tragic tragedy, as far as I know it's been quiet in your few hours of sleep. No trains catching on fire.

Oh good. With how things have been going, I wouldn't be surprised if something happened.

Whose Leonnie?

Oh, Rufus's golden retriever. She's a sweetheart.

Ah, that would explain the puppy dog eyes.

[Will be taking a bite of this hot pot now.]

I'm sure you'll get a chance to meet her. And yeah, she's well behaved but, well. A dog, and there was food.

[He's watching trying not to look like he's paying a lot of attention! He wants people to like his food... Which is, well, he was good at hotpot when he was twenty, with five hundred plus extra years of cooking under his belt, he is very, very good at cooking a pleasing hotpot.]

[He's nodding because yes, dogs and food.]

[But then freezes, eyes widening.]

[He chews a bit more.]

[He swallows and looks at Rean.]

Marry me.

[Oh no. He's delighted.]

I'm glad you like it.

It's so good.

How do you make it this good.

This is some kind of witchcraft.

[He's eating more though.]

[You NEVER recover fully from MRE hell.]

[So happy, it is always gratifying to have your cooking liked!!]

I can teach you if you want. Hotpot is actually pretty simple when you've done it once.

....it'd probably be good to figure out if I can cook.

[He actually can, but supply limitations.]

Not sure I could cook this well though.

Only one way to find out. But, later, eat up for now and relax.

Yes mother.

[But he's definitely enjoying this food.]

Plans for tonight after food delivery?

None, really.

Want to see if I do something crazier then jump off a skyscraper?

Sure. I'd love to keep you company for your memories.

Maybe two or three. Depends how heavy they are, I guess.

But I have a stack I shouldn't just leave laying around...

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