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[atowncalledtreffy]

That's likely. Fighting's a second language. If you don't practice, you lose it.

[He goes quiet, then tries, after a beat;]

Look. Feel free to say no, I know I'm something of an unacceptable person in polite society or what-the-fuck.

Could you teach me how to cook like you do?

[ukan]

Of course. [Another hand in the kitchen? Hallelujah] You're already handy with a knife, might as well put it to chopping carrots, right?

[atowncalledtreffy]

I can chop carrots just fine. Used to do odd jobs back a ways, for food. Mostly older widows.

I just don't know fuck all about how you get everything to taste so good.

[ukan]

Salt is part of it. I'll start with showing you the spices--you probably haven't had access to most of them, I'm guessing? Cardamom, nutmeg?

[atowncalledtreffy]

No idea. Adrian said you told him about something called cumin and chocolate?

[ukan]

[He's never had chocolate. How did Lark forget?]

I'll be right back.

[He goes off to raid Alec's candy stash. He only brings three M&M's, since if he takes more Alec will probably beat him to death with a brick.]

Try these.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He takes the M%Ms, rolling them in his hand and looking them over]

What's the 'M' stand for?

[ukan]

'Mars', I think. These are made by the Mars family. ...At least that's what I've always thought.

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He nods. And, trusting Lark more than he has anyone on this ship - bar Adrian, of course - Trevor eats chocolate for the first time]


...

[ukan]

[Lark watches. He isn't holding his breath but

no he is, actually]

[atowncalledtreffy]

[He's just...enjoying it. Smiling warmly]

...All right. Despite all the surroundings, this could very well be heaven.

[ukan]

God help us if we go somewhere that is familiar to you. I'll probably come home with fleas.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Haa. Fuck you.

[Says Trevor, who's currently savoring the strange feeling of chocolate aftertaste]

Can't believe that's just a thing that exists.

[ukan]

Have you had cake?

[atowncalledtreffy]

I might be from your distant past but I know what cake is. Fuckhead.

[He says it lovingly. Really]

[ukan]

And have you had cinnamon?

[atowncalledtreffy]

If all you're going to do is name foods I have or haven't tried, we're going to be here all day. Which I don't mind, personally I think it's going to get unbearably boring here as soon as you go, but we've got all eternity to try out new future foods, don't we?

[ukan]

[He rolls his eyes] I'm asking so I can decide what cake I'm going to teach you how to make, asshole.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Oh god. Purgatory might be kinder. I'm not a great cook.

And yes. I know what cinnamon is.

[ukan]

You aren't now. But you did want me to teach you, and we should start with something you like.

[atowncalledtreffy]

I can roast and dry most meat. Chickens, goats, and deer, mainly.

[ukan]

I've never had goat. How does it compare to chicken?

[atowncalledtreffy]

You'd think it'd taste more like lamb, but it's actually closer to venison than anything.

You don't seem to have any animals here that aren't pets. Is all the meat dead?

[ukan]

We don't kill any of it if that's what you mean. The Admiral brings it in with the fresh vegetables.

[atowncalledtreffy]

And the meat's fresh? It doesn't taste salted.