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[rudelanguage]

S...that's fine, yeah. This'll...this'll be great. [beat.

oh.

oh fuck we're on! Antigonevoice GO]

Oh! Uh! Hhhhey! Heyyy, so uh. Did anyone get offered to, uh...buy a guy? During the fog stuff?

Quick yes or no works.

[...]

That's all.

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[rudelanguage]

I can't tell if you're just chain-yankin' or not, but even if you are, I don't care! The answer is: Anything that isn't poison.

[miniroth]

No, I'm committed now. I have to.

Depending on your species poison can differ, but if you're fine with pasta and red meat I have something I can try on you.

[rudelanguage]

Pasta's just noodles, isn't it? I eat those. And everyone who isn't picky eats red meat, right? [what's a vegetarian isn't that just a fancy word for rabbit.]

[miniroth]

It is, yes.

Personally I feel most people should eat mostly red meat, but apparently there are people out there who eat only plants, or only fish and so on.

[rudelanguage]

Sucks to be them. More for me, I guess.

Look-- Okay. Ideas are happening. Hang on. [..brain...percolating...forming...thoughts to words...

okay:] Okay. Okayokay. If you're so compelled, you can make...whatever. Tell me. I'll tell you a spot to leave it in this stupid prison. That'll get you familiarized with the place and...I mean. I eat stuff.

[miniroth]

I will. Today, even, if you haven't eaten.

[rudelanguage]

I don't remember. [and it doesn't matter! she'll eat now that she's thinking about food.

louder:] Aurora! Can you! Do a...can you make a picture-thing? Of where I'm--not of me of like! Like next to me! Do that!

[he'll get a picture of some frost-covered clearing in Dewpoint where some shabby tents are set up a few yards away.]

[miniroth]

[This. is going to be a scavenger hunt. Well, he's up for it, he's nothing if not determined. And he has a chocobo, so he doesn't have to go on foot.]

It'll take about a half hour to cook, and then probably longer to find where that is. Please bear with me.

[rudelanguage]

[she is going to fucking throw knives at that giant chicken.]

Yeah yeahyeayeayeah, just, just don't get too close to the tents? Got it? Private stuff.

[miniroth]

[He .. may be misreading how much protectiveness is in that, but it sounds awfully like something he occasionally contends with..]

Oh, do you have a hoard too? I understand. Those are your things, I don't need to get that close to them.

[rudelanguage]

Damn straight you don't. Glad someone around here has a brain...

[miniroth]

Some people just don't know how important things can be to others. I'd probably kill someone if they touched my hoard. Please bear with me, I'll get started on this right away.

[rudelanguage]

Don't get your apron all in a twist about it, guy! I'm not goin' anywhere in a hurry.

-> suddenly, action

[miniroth]

[It does take a little while. Sephiroth is not a grand chef, and he's not entirely sure where he's headed. But that's what hot plates and thermal bags are for.

Sooner or later he does turn up though, eyeing the tent and assorted items from what he assumes is a safe distance of Nowhere In Grabbing Range. Crosschecks the picture with the location, decides it's the right place, and finds a reasonably clear spot not-too-close to set the bag with its contained dinner, and .. leaves it there.

It's a perfectly ordinary spaghetti and meatballs, assuming meatballs are usually cut right out of some kind of steak, not chopped up, and just left as spheres. Sphereish.]

DINNERTIME ✨

[rudelanguage]

Hold it right there, guy!

[the voice from the network calls out from...somewhere? unclear. maybe by the trees?]

What're you up to?

[because 'a while' is PLENTY of time to forget she set some schmuck on an ubereats scavenger hunt.]

[miniroth]

[Sephiroth actually freezes in place when someone (presumably the one he's been talking to all this time based on the sound of it--) calls out suddenly.

Deer in headlights have about the same look, honestly.]

I. Um. I'm leaving? I didn't touch your things.

[rudelanguage]

[it's so rare when someone fucking reacts appropriately to being threatened!! Antigone wants to savor this.

she throws her voice in another direction just for kicks:] Oh, yeah? And just what do you think you're leaving behind? This isn't your free trash dump!

[miniroth]

[He is a perfectly capable fighter! He just also doesn't want to, he just wanted to drop off a meal!]

It's .. spaghetti and meatballs? Maybe it's linguine, I don't really know the difference. It's not trash, it's dinner. I was told to bring it here. By.. someone who sounds rather like you..?

[Sephiroth's senses are inhumanly sharp, but he can't quite tell where Antigone actually is.]

[rudelanguage]

Reaaaaaaally now? That sounds very--

[beat.

wait hang on.

now the voice is down here! to your left. Antigone's head pops out of the bushes.]

...Oh, yeah. I did do that, didn't I.

[miniroth]

[The teenager recoils as if a cobra had suddenly popped up, startled. Combat reflexes don't do any good when he's determined to not actually do any fighting, which just leaves surprise behind instead.

... No immediate violence ensues. When people are defensive about their belongings it's always a possibility. He'd probably maul anyone who came near his tiny hoard.]

Oh good, it was you after all. I wasn't certain, sometimes people sound alike.

[rudelanguage]

Yeah, no crap. [she steps out, needing to take time to yank some of the scarf wound around her waist free of branches. she wiggles a toe not unlike a cat dusting off litter.

she marches over in confident steppies his way, dusting her sleeves off.]

And I didn't have a face to pin to that voice of yours, so you can't blame me for being suspicious, yeah?

[miniroth]

Do you usually have people turning up and leaving things around your camp?

[It's possible. That's not sarcasm, it's consideration.

And a bit of wariness; he doesn't know her well enough to know if she's decided he's too close to her stuff or not, which makes the next suggestion probably a bad idea.]

Stab them and it'll happen less.

[rudelanguage]

[she clicks her tongue, squinting up at him with a side-eye before she stops before the bag, hands on her hips, squinting at it.]

I had people sneaking around with their weird little toys, yeah. That's why I got the alarms.

What'd you say this stuff was again?

[miniroth]

Noodles of some kind, maybe spaghetti, maybe linguine. [Maybe angel hair, he honestly doesn't know the difference. Long skinny noodle is long and skinny.] Meatballs.

[Nobody seems around right now but that didn't mean it didn't happen other times. How would he like it if people were prowling around in his apartment?]

Tomato based sauce.

[rudelanguage]

[Knife has no fucking idea what a spaghetti or a linguine is, but balls of meat rule!

tomatoes are fine too.

she sticks her hands in to grab the warm plate out, giving it a vigorous shake to free it fully from the bag.]

Didja tastetest first before dumping it on me or nah?