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[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.

[ukan]

It's fresh. Or at least it was, now that we had to get our own from port we're working on preserving it. I've frozen some so we can have fresh meals now and then but it won't keep forever.

[atowncalledtreffy]

Huh.

Well, I'm not cooking anything for at least a week. Unless you want to drag down a whole campfire down here so we can cook over an open flame and I doubt that anyone would think that was a very wardenly thing for you to do.