Post by illirica on Jul 24, 2023 15:36:55 GMT
Apparently scrubbing floors was someone's job, and he was very defensive about it. "I'm trying not to," Vena muttered, more to themself than the man in front of them. They handed over the jug they'd decided was for washing up, hoping that maybe if the man took it and started scrubbing things, they'd have less of an urge to participate.
The fire mage had come back with potatoes, which must have been seeding themselves or resprouting themselves or whatever it was that potatoes did for... years? Decades? Centuries? Were potatoes even edible after that long?
No, that was silly, wild potatoes also did whatever they did to regrow over centuries, you just didn't think about it because you weren't trapped in a frozen city overthinking everything. The quartermaster arrived from wherever he'd been, with questions about the potatoes. At least Juniper was coherent enough to answer, which was more than could be said about some of the company here. The mage had started roasting some of the potatoes as well, which... smelled like potatoes. Vena needed to stop overthinking things.
"I can probably find a cooking pot." Vena was not so much stricken with the urge to be helpful as the urge to be away. "Er. Does someone want to join me? With the whole psychotic vampire and centipede problems." Vena was fairly sure that Naveen wasn't supposed to be murdering the Nox crew, but Vena was also fairly sure that this didn't apply to themself, and also it was reputed that the Nox had their own psychotic vampire, so that was a thing.
The fire mage had come back with potatoes, which must have been seeding themselves or resprouting themselves or whatever it was that potatoes did for... years? Decades? Centuries? Were potatoes even edible after that long?
No, that was silly, wild potatoes also did whatever they did to regrow over centuries, you just didn't think about it because you weren't trapped in a frozen city overthinking everything. The quartermaster arrived from wherever he'd been, with questions about the potatoes. At least Juniper was coherent enough to answer, which was more than could be said about some of the company here. The mage had started roasting some of the potatoes as well, which... smelled like potatoes. Vena needed to stop overthinking things.
"I can probably find a cooking pot." Vena was not so much stricken with the urge to be helpful as the urge to be away. "Er. Does someone want to join me? With the whole psychotic vampire and centipede problems." Vena was fairly sure that Naveen wasn't supposed to be murdering the Nox crew, but Vena was also fairly sure that this didn't apply to themself, and also it was reputed that the Nox had their own psychotic vampire, so that was a thing.
