[muffled spooky scary skeletons playing in the distance]

[geonomy]

Who: You! Me! Everybody!
Broadcast: idk but we've sure got a pretty broad cast of folks eh, eh
Action: HECK YEAH PLANET MINGLE
When: 10/7 until plot update or recaptcha

It's a deep, deep forest filled to the brim with fungi, mysterious life forms, and pitch black darkness. Explore if you dare and discover all these things and more! Just don't get lost...

Comments

[noprophecies]

Rubbish.

[she mutters it loud enough for him to hear, but turns her attention to using the knife to get the nut open] These look like the kind you'd find in my world, perhaps a shade or two lighter.

[exothermia]

They're fairly similar to my own as well... [He works on separating a few more clusters.] Hopefully they cook the same.

[noprophecies]

Cook? You can cook nuts?

[exothermia]

You can bake them into things, or sear them. Grind them into powder and mix it with other ingredients.

[He pauses, dropping the cover of his bag shut.] I haven't really thought that far ahead.

[noprophecies]

I see . . . I have had them roasted before, but - I did not think you could cook them into things.

[which isn't a surprise, considering her aversion to the kitchen]

[exothermia]

I've done it before... a long time ago.

[noprophecies]

Ohh? It is good that you are getting into doing it again, then.

[exothermia]

[He doesn't say anything at first, turning his attention to sheathing his knife. He had brought it up almost automatically, but he had no real plans to cook... it had probably been obvious in the Heron that no one was really doing it anymore. He sticks with the protein gels himself these days, and even that is less.]

I haven't, really. I'm just thinking about it.

[noprophecies]

[she tilts her head curiously at the brief silence, before she hums a little in understanding]

It may do you some good, getting back into it. You used to bake often, yes?

[exothermia]

I did, but that was quite a while ago. I didn't do quite so much of it when I lived with Magda.

[It wasn't so much a lack of desire or some preconceived notion of who did what tasks, as practicality. Magda spent more time in the home than he did, and he was always last home after finishing at the factory. It made more sense for her to cook. He still did his part on weekends.]

[noprophecies]

Did she do most of the cooking, then?

[exothermia]

On most nights.

[He wipes his sleeve across his forehead, considering what the nuts could be used for.]

Depending on how it works out, I could powder them and use it as a flour replacement.

[noprophecies]

[she makes a noise, but doesn't ask any further about Magda. That he even volunteered information about her without prompting was enough for her]

Is that not what corn is for? I didn't know you could do it with nuts as well.

[exothermia]

Yes. But I don't have any corn.

[noprophecies]

I'm just asking. I don't know a lot about this sort of thing, as you know.

[exothermia]

I don't either, really. I've never had to make things like flour from scratch before.

[Even in Poland, that was a level of self-sufficiency they hadn't needed to get to.] If you like, you're welcome to test the results of whatever I make.

[noprophecies]

I would love to test whatever it is you make. I will never turn down free food.

[and she'd never turn down Erik's cooking, either]

[exothermia]

Well... now I'll have to come up with something.

[noprophecies]

I will look forward to it.

[exothermia]

[He's quiet for a while, working on the plants, but there's another thought knocking around in his head. It refuses to leave him alone, and so he must venture it. The fact that Aurae is around to hear it is a stroke of luck.]

I think I'm going to do something for Charles. Him and Raven.

[noprophecies]

[she glances up curiously, then hums a bit quietly and moves to sit closer to him once more]

What were you thinking of doing?

[exothermia]

I'm not sure yet. Something physical, I think.

[He sighs, sitting back on his heels.]

It's all well and good to say I can take my time with things. But it doesn't feel right, to do nothing.

[noprophecies]

Something . . . physical. I'm not sure what you mean by that.

[she purses her lips, shifting to sit so she can draw her knees up and lean on them]

There is a difference between taking your time and doing nothing, though, Erik.

[exothermia]

Well, I meant giving them something. [There's value in the tangible, and it's something he's more adept at than actions or words, at the moment.]

I know. Both can happen at the same time, though.

[noprophecies]

Ah, a present. That would be a nice idea. [she's reminded of the ring Charles had worked to make for him, that she had helped with, and wonders if that's what Erik means]

I know it can.