[At least the boy is doing as he's told, even if he didn't get the hint. Fenris pinches the bridge of his nose at all the questions, realising he will have to give up his peace and quiet. He's not getting it back now, Steven is an unstoppable force. ]
Private matters. No. And I doubt I could stop you even if I tried at this point. Though I thought you couldn't move.
[When he beams over, though, he really is wincing and limping. There's no bruises on him, of course, but his muscles are very tender. He's never trained like that before! It's rough! And maybe he looks a little buffer?
Okay, no, he doesn't. But he worked out! Good for you, Steven!
Limping, wincing-- but it's with a wide grin he enters the kitchen and waves at Fenris!]
[There might be a teeny, tiny sliver of pride at the fact that Steven has, indeed, been training and he isn't just whining for the sake of it. A smile briefly crosses his face, before it's replaced with his usual neutral expression. ]
[He nods as he checks out what's offered. Little comments can be heard-- wow, you guys have a pretty good set-up!-- though he's mostly talking to himself. Cooking on the ships is far different than cooking at home, but still, Steven soon manages to scrape together something.
It's rice, cooked via the stove, plus some chicken-foodstuff (flavored with salt!), some mixed vegetable-foodstuff (flavored with butter!) and some chocolate foodstuff (for dessert). It's not exactly Together Lunch, but it'll do.]
[Fenris watches him with a small degree of morbid curiosity. He's also trying to be sure Steven doesn't set anything on fire. That would be...unfortunate. When the food is put in front of him, he arches a brow. ]
Given what you have to work with, this is impressive.
Thanks! I wish we had real food . . . or milk . . . I still really want a milkshake, you know? And doughnuts, I really miss doughnuts. But this isn't so bad if you close your eyes!
[He hops up onto the seat and sets the plate between them both.]
[He laughs, though he realizes the joke is at his expense.]
I would! If you really hated it, I would! But I think you might like it-- and you deserve to try stuff that tastes awesome! And looks awesome . . . blegh.
[That's to their rather bland-looking mush, though he keeps eating.]
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I assume there is something wrong.
[Not a question. ]
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It will come better in rest.
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I've been resting all day! I'm so bored . . . what have you been doing?
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Then perhaps stretch a little, that may give you comfort.
I have been sitting alone, enjoying the quiet.
[That's his idea of a good time. ]
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I'll stretch!
[And Fenris will hear him beginning to do so: sitting up and leaning forward, grunting in exertion as he does. Breathlessly:]
What do you think about? Do you meditate? Are you hungry? I could come over with lunch!
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Private matters. No. And I doubt I could stop you even if I tried at this point. Though I thought you couldn't move.
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Fine, if you must. I will wait for you in the kitchen.
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[When he beams over, though, he really is wincing and limping. There's no bruises on him, of course, but his muscles are very tender. He's never trained like that before! It's rough! And maybe he looks a little buffer?
Okay, no, he doesn't. But he worked out! Good for you, Steven!
Limping, wincing-- but it's with a wide grin he enters the kitchen and waves at Fenris!]
Hi!
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Hello, Steven.
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I can cook for you, if you want! I can make us a together lunch!
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I was not aware you could cook.
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I have learned to not be fussy about my food.
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So long as it is not fish.
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[He nods as he checks out what's offered. Little comments can be heard-- wow, you guys have a pretty good set-up!-- though he's mostly talking to himself. Cooking on the ships is far different than cooking at home, but still, Steven soon manages to scrape together something.
It's rice, cooked via the stove, plus some chicken-foodstuff (flavored with salt!), some mixed vegetable-foodstuff (flavored with butter!) and some chocolate foodstuff (for dessert). It's not exactly Together Lunch, but it'll do.]
Ta-da!
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Given what you have to work with, this is impressive.
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[He hops up onto the seat and sets the plate between them both.]
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[He'll just start to eat, but hey, it's not that bad. ]
Besides, I am not used to fine dining, anyway, back in Thedas. I ate when I could, and was glad for it.
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I doubt I would be able to stop you, even if I wished to.
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I would! If you really hated it, I would! But I think you might like it-- and you deserve to try stuff that tastes awesome! And looks awesome . . . blegh.
[That's to their rather bland-looking mush, though he keeps eating.]
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So I deserve...milk shake. What is it, exactly? I am assuming milk is my primary ingredient.
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