etraya | un:antigoneiguess

[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.]

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.]

[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.

[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!

[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.]

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.

[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.

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?

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.

[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?

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.

[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?

[His nose wrinkles a little.]

I don't really make it a habit of tasting things other people are going to get, that sounds like a cross-contamination nightmare. But I saved some for myself, which I intend to eat later. It's not poisoned but if it makes you unwell you can get revenge later.

[That seems fair to him. He didn't poison it anyway but if it's a concern, then it's one he can alleviate!]

[she mirrors his expression back at him in her own, foxy-faced way, peeling whatever wrapping's on here to keep it warm.

she just...wholesale grabs a meatball in her unwashed hand and holds it up.]

You first.

[Tinfoil works perfectly well for wrapping spaghetti dishes! And he found a lot of it recently. it's been getting used on things it shouldn't.

Sephiroth is a growing adolescent boy, he is constantly ravenous, and wouldn't normally hesitate, except--]

But then you'll have less.

Good point! So you better thank me for being generous, yeah?

[Honestly he's not familiar enough with interacting with others not Gaia or Popp to be sure this isn't entirely routine and expected.

Maybe it's normal and he's the only one who doesn't know it. Hesitantly the offending meatball.. steakball is plucked from her grasp. It's still nice and warm at least.]

Well. Thank you then, for your generosity.

[Food's food. it's gonna disappear really fast.]

[the intense expression remains, but Antigone's tail swishes, pleased by the obedience. Not bad, kid! Maybe you got a brain in there!

she watches, eyes narrowing. is this overkill as far as paranoia goes? yes.

is she gonna do it anyway because she's committed to the bit and he's playing along? also yes.]

[It is in fact perfectly edible to ridiculously over-enhanced supersoldiers, but it's also probably perfectly fine for Antigone too given it's all mundane ingredients. The meatball disappears in two bites.

He kind of wishes he brought some with him now, so he had a snack on the way back. For someone concerned about cross-contamination issues, he doesn't seem too worried about licking meatball juice off his fingers.]

I think I could have used a bit more pepper.

[he's only just popped the food in his mouth before Antigone immediately starts grabbing up and shoveling a handful in her own because caution clearly doesn't matter here. she may eat like a toddler, but...

...but there's no conclusion to that statement.]

Widdh-- [nosh. gulp.] Which part's the bisketti-part? Tastes just like noodles n' meat n' sauce to me.

The noodle part. Each different kind of noodle has a different name.

[For reasons he really didn't understand. He didn't care. A noodle is a noodle. If her table manners (sans table) bother him at all, Sephiroth doesn't show it. He didn't usually use his hands but maybe he would if he were hungry enough.

And if he had remembered to bring a fork. What else is she supposed to use, a stick??]

They all taste the same though.

Noodles is noodles. [but maybe it matters to someone really elbow-deep into cooking? fuck if Knife knows.]

Either way-- [she wipes one side of her muzzle with the back of her hand.] this ain't bad. Good job, guy.

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