Afterparty the Third

[canreallymove]

[Yuta's gone. He can't do the after party. So now it's up to Sonic. Yes, Hunter was going to do it, or...at least yell at the sheep to do it, but Sonic pointed out they were going to need more than just apple slices. People were starving and the sheep couldn't cook. In his opinion, of course. How does one even bruise an apple like that!?

Hunter wasn't happy with him, and what's her face Jeanie probably hated his guts now, but honestly, who was happy with anything at this point?

So, the first thing he does is go to the kitchen and start to do the one thing he knows will at least help: cook. The food is back, and so he's going to make a hearty mean and veggie stew in the oven, courtesy of an old recipe that nanny Rosie would make when they were kids. Back before the takeover. After they got food in Knothole.

While the stew is stewing in the oven for a good hour or so, Sonic himself is just...stewing. And also making something with rice in the microwave to tie people over in the meantime. It's actually congee, but he thinks its hot rice pudding, so whatever, it's good to go for people.

And yes. He also has apple slices and graham crackers, Hunter insisted on it. And yes, he's made extra and enough for everyone and Nanami to have seconds if they'd like. They need to eat, albeit slowly so they don't get sick, and he makes notes at the cafeteria table stating that. Then he gets to work with a cookbook to try and make some kind of drink that can help with getting people back on their feet. Dylan does cover with chamomile tea, at least, so it's not as much of an urgent issue.

He's mostly staying in the kitchen if people want to bug him. When he does finally come out, he sits in silence, staring at his bowl of stew, picking at the carrots. He's tired. It's pretty obvious on his face.]

Comments

[holyironmade]

[Jeanne is extremely diligent in how she is eating her food. It almost seems to be a skill of hers, eating again for the first time in a long time. So it's probably a different person like Sonic that Kuro is nagging when Jeanne remarks about observing it with the others.]

I pray that there truly is enough for everyone. It is hard to trust the stock of the restored school.

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[ Kuro pivots around at the sound of Jeanne's voice. Her spoon is still in her hand; she scrapes it against the inside of her bowl, drawing up barely-there scraps of stew she had left behind. ]

It has to be. Look at it this way: If he can't even make good on something as little as this, why should we trust him when he makes bigger promises?

[ If he really wants them to all kill each other off, it'd be shooting himself in the foot. ]

[holyironmade]

It would say pitiful things about his budget... Though I do wonder if the cost of labor moving the goods in and out again outweighs a day or two not being consumed.

[There's wryness in Jeanne's eyes. The mercenary attitude makes their situation seem less cosmically unjust. Like food is all that will be needed to fill the hole in Kuro's heart.]

Perhaps it is his budget in rage that must be recouped. Magical power.

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Mm. I think that's most likely. [ She licks off her spoon, which maybe looks a little silly combined with the pensive cast her gaze takes on. ] He didn't exactly get a good harvest from Edward's trial, did he? I'd say he hit the mark a little better this week, but...

[ Kuro peers at Jeanne from the corner of her eye, nibbling on the end of her spoon. ]

Well, either way. The cost of having food here in the first place almost certainly outweighs the labor part.

[holyironmade]

Emma did mention a similar thing to me mere moments ago. That it becomes difficult to imagine another unique motive that could push us so hard... I have begun to wonder if he is biding time for his prideful protege, but is there really such a person among us...?

[She blinks in response to the peer, like a shrug.]

I do wonder if it is summoned or conjured. [love that she's talking to Kuro who will understand these are two different things] Though it is unlikely we can linger to analyze such fine details once we gain true hope for escape.