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Yeah. Just overextended them when I needed to play defense.

You all right? Comas are a pain in the ass.

I'm fine, [ Dimitri grumbles. ] Annoyed, but fine.

Are you ever not annoyed?

[He checks his bandages, smiling a little when he sees they're done to standards]

Obviously. Sometimes I'm sleeping.

[ There's a small little hint of a smile in Dimitri's tone of voice. Is that a joke? It might be a joke. Look at him, he's making jokes! ]

[He grins back, standing up with a stretch]

I've seen you sleep. Even then, your brow's all furrowed with fucking thought.

Want to go eat? My coma, I was starving after I came out of it.

I could eat a horse, [ Dimitri admits, with a little sigh. He stands up as well, stretching as he looks over at Trevor. ]

When did you fall in a coma?

At the start of spring, for about a month. No warning that it was about to happen, woke in the infirmary.

[He holds the door for Dimitri to come out after him]

[ Dimitri follows, moving past Trevor so he can close the door. ]

Does the Admiral claim these comas have any use? Or is it simply to torment us?

Don't know. I wouldn't put it past him to have it all be a roll of the dice and something he can't even control.

[ He lets out a small, bitter laugh, shaking his head as he grumbles, ]

That wouldn't surprise me. The man seems incompotent at best.

He's a fuckhead.

[Trevor is very say-what-he-means, especially when it comes to the Admiral. He heads for the kitchens]

Got a favorite hangover food or should I make you some of mine?

As long as it's not cold, I'm not a picky eater.

[ Most food tastes the same to Dimitri these days anyway. ]

Deep-fried potatoes and beer it is.

[Always the best hangover food for Trevor, who starts up the fryer]

I do like potatoes, [ Dimitri admits. ] I haven't ever drunk much in the way of beer, though.

[ he's baby ]

No shit? I don't have potatoes in my world but we have more beer than water. Even the kids drink it because the water's not usually safe to drink.

[He starts slicing some potatoes up into thin medallions for frying]

You want to try some? Water's surprisingly good here.

How could the water not be safe to drink? [ Dimitri asks, with a frown. There's a part of him that just wants to grump, to push away from Trevor and go back to himself...but he is a bit hungry. And he is still kind of tired. He can suffer through this for the moment. ]

Say what you will about Fódlan, but we've never had problems of that sort.

Could be all the corpses in it.

[Trevor sets to work, dropping the potatoes into the fryer and searching in the fridge]

You like cheese?

[ Dimitri shrugs. ]

Most foods taste the same to me. As long as it's not too hot or too cold, the taste doesn't matter.

Is that you having a simple taste palate or you being a jackass?

[He seems to be asking genuinely, even if the question is phrased rudely]

[ Dimitri rolls his eyes. Some of that prickliness and closed-off grumpiness comes back into his voice as he sasses, ]

Is that you asking because you give a damn or simply to be nosy?

It's me asking to give a damn, so I can find out what you might like.

[He grunts, pulling out parmesan cheese and some thyme from the spice rack]

[ There's a moment's pause before Dimitri answers. ]

A simple taste palate is still a taste palate. I don't even have that. For the past nine years, I haven't been able to taste much of anything. [ He's still, watching Trevor with a frown as he continues the conversation. ]

I like textures. And I can feel the heat or the cold in my teeth. But I'll eat whatever you make simply because I have no way of knowing if it's good or not.

[he nods, and searches for the paprika, figuring Dimitri might as well try that.]

So you weren’t born that way. I know some infections happen that can make a person deaf or blind or mute.

Do you miss it?

[ And sometimes, it's horrific trauma that fucks up your taste! ]

Not really, [ Dimitri shrugs. ] I've gone without it for long enough that it doesn't matter to me.

[Trevor works to grate cheese, very carefully not looking at Dimitri when he has it out;]

When my family burned to death, all I could smell for weeks was the ash and boiling flesh.

Fucks with your head.

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