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ossifragant) wrote2010-04-07 07:28 pm
ossifragant) wrote2010-04-07 07:28 pmIC Contact
It's Greed.
Say whatever you need to say. If I feel like it, I'll answer.
Say whatever you need to say. If I feel like it, I'll answer.
ossifragant) wrote2010-04-07 07:28 pm
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Told ya, didn't I?
[With that, she grabs the loaf and starts to cut more pieces. She's gonna have one for herself too.]
Quick, easy, and totally freakin' delicious. I pretty much lived offa these when I was a kid.
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[Of course Johto comfort food would probably be different from what Heather has been showing him-- at least he thinks so. Greed can't know for certain. And every recipe in the book is bound to have a horrible pun name, but you know what?
Greed's remarkably okay with that.]
I need to start learning to cook more as it is.
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Wouldn't be a bad idea!
[... DING. Christmas gift idea.]
[... And she'll just take a moment to inwardly snicker at the thought of Greed with his shades and stupid leather jacket opening a pretty wrapped box and finding a cookbook inside.]
[Yep. It's decided. This is happening.]
I'm no professional. Me and my dad tended to go for a lot of takeout. But the simple stuff, I like to think I'm pretty damn good at.
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He barely knows how to work the microwave.
This will be hilarious.]
Yeah? Takeout's nice. That's something I can get a handle on, you know. I've probably had takeout from every place possible here in Goldenrod.
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This city's got the best takeout anywhere. 'Cept maybe for Olivine, I guess, but Olivine's smaller, so less variety.
S'kinda part of the Trainer lifestyle to eat a lotta that stuff, to be honest. When you're traveling all over the place, it's easier to grab burgers and noodles on the go than to stop and actually cook.
[Which makes decent home-cooked food a rare and beloved treat. Heather can't remember the last time she had much of any past France's cooking at the bonfire... god, had it really been that one Thanksgiving at the farm in Saffron?]
[It's sad to think back that far. Almost all those people are gone now...]
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When you're a Trainer, you're expected to be constantly on the move, huh? That's an advantage to being a Breeder, I suppose. You don't need to move around so much.
...even if I've never done what I'm supposed to do here.
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I mean, nobody, like, sends the Jennies after you or something if you decide to settle down, but it's definitely considered a little bit odd. Travel is big, to these people.
[Pulling her sandwich out of the pan, she slaps it down on another plate and waits for it to cool a bit. Nothing's worse than scalding the roof of your mouth on hot cheese.]
I won't lie, I kinda like livin' on the road. I never did have a real long-term home, even where I came from.
But s'nice to rest, too.
... Thank you, by the way.
For lettin' me and Henry stay here like this.
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[It's in the past now. Greed's had a home for months.]
No problem, Heather. You're Envy's family. It wouldn't be kind of me to just leave the two of you behind when there's enough space for everyone.
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I never really had one either. [Home had been where her father was. And sometimes not even that. Harry Mason was the best father anyone could ask for, but not even he could stop that life of paranoia and secrecy from being awfully lonely for a teenage girl.]
[One side of her mouth quirks up a little bit, though. Envy's family. It's the first time anybody's really said that out loud, but she supposes it's true. Envy had joined the sprawling, tangled web of friends-turned-family in Heather's life quite some time ago even if they've never acknowledged it verbally.]
... Heh, well... still. We appreciate it a lot.
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Yeah. I know.