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Different Things To Save

WHO: Lark, Noctis, Link
WHERE: Livestock Nursery, Somewhere in Eastern Temba
WHAT: Lark needs saved from monsters, and later Links tunic needs saved from stains
WHEN: Beginning and end of monster hunts
WARNINGS: N/A

I. Rescued In Time | Closed to Noctis
Earth trembles weren't so strange a thing that they immediately roused Lark from sleep when they were so... limited. She's survived a great earthquake in recent memory, so he wasn't shocked to have slept through whatever was going on now. That she'd managed to slip to the pens where the glownies were kept, where the creatures whickered with distress with something else.

Apparently she'd been lucky enough to make her way over when the Bearger was wandering elsewhere, but now she could see the thing looming in the distance.

"Oh dear," she said, her voice a touch concerned. That was... a bit larger than most things she'd had to defend herself against in the past. What was she to do?

II. What Are You Wearing? | Closed to Link
Truly this had been quite the experience, hadn't it? Monsters terrorizing the city on quite this scale was a new one for her, and Lark was a bit emotionally shaken. But she had been gotten out of the main area of risk and sent off to find her own shelter. Something she was coming out of now that the power was back and people seemed to be reporting success on the network.

"What a dreadful thing that was," she said with a sigh as she straightened herself a bit and stepped out onto the street. She needed to check in on people, be certain they were okay. And make more bandages if needed.

If only she knew where to find them.

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Yes, it was. Lark had to smile. It was like watching Briar's excitement over spinning thread for the first time. Yes, this was something she could appreciate.

"It will continue to do so. The water and motion is what cleans the clothes."

Link continues to stare. There's something mesmerizing about the way it keeps on spinning.

"How long?" he asks.

"The wash cycle for heavily soiled is about half an hour or so?"

She's still amazed at how accurately time is kept here, so it's nice to have a proper answer.

Link hums. Not super long, really. Compared to how much fuss it would be to wash his clothes individually. But also not immediate, like it was when his korok-enchanted pack could handle it.

Still, he sits back and settles in - apparently content to just sit there and watch his clothes spin for the entire half and hour. Not unless Lark suggests something else to pass the time, at least.

"A meal?" she suggests, looking at him. "I find it's a good choice. I spend the washing and drying time eating or doing repairs on other clothes, or even weaving."

She'd been doing her best to keep herself busy after all.

Link looks away from the machine, brightening a little. He is always happy to eat.

"You have food?"

"I don't. But I find some of the protein pastes are... tolerable when heated."

Barely so, but tolerable.

"Protein pastes?" Link says, head tilted to one side. Now there's a food he doesn't know.

"Come and see," she says, walking away toward the cafeteria. He'd see it soon enough. The machines were useful. And he might be interested in the microwave.

Link’s gotten to know more of the cooking appliances at the Diner. But he hasn’t spent as much time in the ships. Half the things, he doesn’t even know what they do.

But as ever, Link is curious. So he nods, and follows along.

She moves with ease into the cafeteria, giving him a chance to keep up. That robe was so large on him. While she was there she grabbed a bowl and got some chili paste into it.

"This needs warmed up."

The robe is indeed long, still trailing along the floor a little as Link wonders into the kitchen and starts looking for a fire.

Because obvious, if they're going to warm it up - they need fire, right? Surely there isn't any other way of doing it. He just needs to find the stove.

Oh no, not that. She moves to a box, open the door, and put the bowl in. A few button presses and the gray inside is spinning. Yep.

"We should let you try the flavors."

...More spinning? Link watches this machine with an intense, faintly puzzled frown. He understood the spinning with the washing machine. He has...no idea what it's doing here.

"Which flavours?" Link's probably going to want to try all of them, really.

Lark gestures around at the dispensers arranged before them.

"Each is a different flavor, in two consistencies. I do not know why we have them, but they were useful when we were in space."

And he could have as much of them as he wanted, which had to be nice to know.

"The microwave heats them, or other foods."

"The fire is hidden?" he says, as he crouches down as if trying to see underneath it. If there's heat, surely there must be a fire somewhere?

"It's inside somehow. I suppose I could ask someone to explain it to me, but it has not seemed important."

She puts her hand to the box and gestures for him to try.

"It is not hot to the touch at all. Rathe cool. But it won't work if the door isn't closed."

Link thinks about this. Nods. He absolutely understands none of how this works, but it's also not the first mysterious device that he's encountered.

He's learned it's best to just roll with these kinds of things, really.

So he opens the door. Puts in the protein paste, and then closes it. Then looks at Lark.

He could just press some of the buttons at random, and see what happens. But Lark seems to know what to do, so he'll see what she suggests first.

"Do you want it warm or hot?" She asks as she moves to help him. "There is a function to add heat time in small increments that can help with fine tuning.

"Hot?" Link says, though he's not really sure of the answer. Mainly because he's never had this type of food before. So how would he know how he likes to eat it?

Hot it was. Lark did a brief explanation of the buttons and let him see her inputting about a minute and a half of time.

"How hot it gets in what speed has to do with how much is in the container, like heating a kettle or a pot."

Link nods, the explanation making sense. If you had more to cook, it always took longer to get to the right temperature. But a minute and a half wasn't really long at all.

"It cooks quick?"

"Yes. I don't know how it does. It seems like magic to me."

She laughs at that comment, given the fact that she could do magic. But it really was amazing.

Link hums a soft acknowledgment. Maybe magic, maybe technology. Sometimes, the two didn’t seem all that different, to Link.

He sits and waits then, for the machine to finish. Blinks, when it beeps loudly at him. And then opens the door, to see the result.

"The bowl might be hot," she warns him with a smile. She moves to collect her own bowl from the microwave, and then moves to a table to sit and eat.

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