[audio] @silver; Backdated to the fifth [open]

[shadowsran]

[Someone had been around the docks when...all of that happened, broken an arm, and spent the following days snugly shut up tight in her house. Not a weakness she wants on display, of course, but she's angry, and having been in no useful condition for supply-regathering isn't much of a boon to her pride. But a handful of days shut up are little better.]

Couple things, just, quick.

Couldn't stick around the ferry and people's chief concern seems to have been food, which is fine, but I'm wondering if anyone got gardening supplies, and if those made it? I've mentioned it in passing to a handful, but especially given the exact worry I had was just proven right, no excuse to not be proactive anymore. We have good gardening types here, and it's better for the town as a whole if we can set a couple plots up...immediately? Fast as possible. A couple of small greenhouses are kind of a must at this point too. I'm not really up to building and clearing condition right now, so anybody brave enough to turn soil and move rocks and handle basic construction, drop me a line. People I talked to before, uh, the same I guess? We can divvy up who goes where, five people per square foot's a bad spread of resources.

Second thing - I'm getting the impression nobody's liking those flowers very much. [She's...largely unperturbed. Distressingly accustomed, at this point. Were the month not getting off on such a broken foot she'd be amused.] If it's crippling and you're desperate for something, stop by and I can give you a little cone to breathe through. Plague doctor-style, but tiny. Cute. [Deadpan:] You'll look like little birds, and it'll smell like pine.

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[lunchbreaks]

[ Oh, Misty. He understands what she's trying to do and he really appreciates it, actually. He needs a friend like her sometimes, and now is a good time for that if he's quite honest. ]

Certainly! If you've got a paper and pen, I'll write down all I know of it.

[shadowsran]

I do inside, yeah- could have a cup of tea, if there's a lot to write?

[Cue the usher. Sulk has largely been had, and it's time to tend what bridges can be tended - his is an unenviable position.]

[lunchbreaks]

[ Oh fine, he'll allow himself to be ushered in and taken care of, but only because she was his friend before all of this. ]

I suppose there is... quite a bit.

[shadowsran]

[Brunt of the knee-jerk emotional reaction having passed, she is very, very pleased to be checking up on her people. He seems...stressed. Understandably, but more than she might feel necessary. He is ushered and ushered quickly, tea being made for indoor consumption; they're reaching a level of chill that leaves the porch a dicey bet.]

And we'll need all of it, in as much detail as possible. Copies, even, but I can fuss with that later. Crackers?

[lunchbreaks]

We'll have to get a printing press.

[ Or like, just a printer? ]

Oh, no, thank you. I... haven't been feeling hungry lately.

[ Which is a lie, but he knows that there isn't enough food to go around this month. Sorry Misty, you've got quite the sad sack on your hands. ]

[shadowsran]

[Watch her set crackers out anyway. They're fanned out over the plate. She's reaching for cheese, even. Relentless.]

We should. Or even...I don't know, maybe that's something to pester Will about. An app that can scan a picture of a page and pluck all the words off.

[lunchbreaks]

Maybe you can suggest it, I don't think he'll take my calls.

[ Also he has no idea what an app is. They keep saying this word, he kind of just treats it like a word he doesn't know learning a new language. ]

[shadowsran]

Has he said something to you, or is that a hunch?

[Cracker, cheese, apple, slid very neatly toward him while tea brews. Only now does she feel properly prepared to scrounge up a pen and paper.]

He'll cool down eventually, if he's smart.

[lunchbreaks]

Yes, I know, but... I should like to give him slightly more than a week.

[ Also, it's kind of embarrassing in general. He'll gladly take the paper, and start writing things there in crisp, neat handwriting. ]

I'll-- have to come by to shed light on the plants.

[shadowsran]

Try not to give him too long - doesn't do anybody good to have room to dwell, and the sooner people remember there are bigger concerns the better.

[Everyone should sulk at her pace, clearly.]

Of course, absolutely. I don't have any clue what you do to anything that turns it into tofu either, mind--

[lunchbreaks]

Oh, yes! It's quite like making cheese, actually. You take your milk-- or, soy milk, in this case, and you put in a little agitator, like lemon juice. Then stir it around until you get curds, and take the curds and press them into blocks. It can be made with rice or other sorts of beans, but soy, I think, yields a more... familiar taste.

[shadowsran]

Have you ever done it before?

Even with directions, you're sounding much more comfortable with it than me. Wouldn't mind helping hands, really - taste tester even, can't say I know what decent tofu tastes like.

[lunchbreaks]

I've never done it, no, but I have seen it done! And all we really need is a cheesecloth and something heavy.

[shadowsran]

Better learning project with company, anyway?

[You take her convenient guarantee of pleasant and productive company regardless of circumstance and you take it right now, buddy.]

Cheesecloth'll probably be tucked away at the store someplace, so that works out great.

[lunchbreaks]

[ She's so much kinder to him than she is to herself. ]

Yes, I'll have to go look for some. Filters, probably, should also work... Or, I don't know. We could make a press. It shouldn't be difficult to do, and there are all sorts of spices to put on it... I'm not sure how... well it will be received.

[shadowsran]

[In some ideal world that is something that will be addressed and grown past, alas, there is little but to submit in the short term. Her smile is simultaneously gentle and steely.]

Press sounds a good idea, for consistency.

Hungry people won't complain, and on the off chance they do they'll be having that conversation with me. It'll turn out fine, I'm sure, and the help will do a lot for it.

[lunchbreaks]

[ Oh, Misty. She speaks to his heart and he can't help but melt a little, smiling shyly. ]

Well, I'm not much a cook.

But you, my dear, I think, will do wonderfully.

[shadowsran]

You'll taste test! Just as important, highest risk, highest reward. It'll be fun.

[The smile is being taken fully as a yes, momentum shan't be relinquished.]

Probably lots of room to experiment.

[lunchbreaks]

Oh yes, I've seen people do some brilliant things with it recently.

[ Not that he hadn't enjoyed the old techniques for a long time. ]

Ah, but first. The planting.

[shadowsran]

Right. Still sorting through everything coming in from town, but I know I didn't have any soy on hand myself - anything in your haul?

[If not, it's at least another short-term goal to aggressively chase, and those can do plenty for a person.]

[lunchbreaks]

[ He digs through his pockets ]

These are the seeds we were able to salvage. And I've got-- some things from earlier, in my window sill at home. I put them in there to take root. After that, they can be put in the ground.

[shadowsran]

You're a lifesaver, you know.

[Playing it up just a touch, but wholly for his benefit. The smile paired with it is a warm one.]

I really appreciate the help.

[lunchbreaks]

...Me too.

[ He looks at her so softly and gives her a smile. ]

Misty, you are wonderful.

[shadowsran]

[Sincerely kind statements without ulterior motive being as strange to her as they are, it's all she can do to not visibly shrink back. Shucks.]

Focused, is all. Know my priorities, and try to appreciate help when it's given.

[lunchbreaks]

How much has been planted already?

[ He's curious. And maybe he'd like to see what they're working with. ]