Different Things To Save

[stitch_witch]

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.

Comments

[stitch_witch]

"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.

[newmemorywhodis]

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.

[stitch_witch]

"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.

[newmemorywhodis]

Link reaches in, touching the bowl - and then instinctively darts his hand back. She hold him it would be hot, and yet somehow he's still surprised by it.

But he grabs for it again, better prepared this time. Brings it to the table. Sets it down and sits, looking at it.

Just a minute. And then it was done.

"...I like cooking better." This felt almost too quick. And Link didn't even get to really do anything.

[stitch_witch]

"I do not disagree. Cooking feels more... real," she admits. But this is good in a pinch.

[newmemorywhodis]

Well, nothing left to do now but eat it. Never let it be said that Link left a meal uneaten.

He takes a bite. Or more, several. He’s not exactly a slow, polite eater.

Well, he’s eaten worse. But it’s not exactly the best meal. He makes a half-hearted, non-committal noise. Not exactly a ringing endorsement.

[stitch_witch]

NO, not the best.

"I've been trying to find a way to make use of this in cooking, but I'm having trouble. IT has a good bit of protein and other good things in it. In theory it can serve as a replacement for most meals we have, for most of us."

But it seems so impossible to stomach that long.

[newmemorywhodis]

"What have you tried?" he asks, as he idly pushes around the protein paste with a fork. Maybe Link could try a few things too?

[stitch_witch]

"Soup," she says. The consistency is good for it. "I tried baking it like a meat loaf too. It didn't work."

[newmemorywhodis]

Link nods, thoughtfully. He can see soup.

For now, though, Link just practically inhales the rest of it. Sure, it's not the best meal. But Link still likes to eat, and so he wolfs down the rest pretty quickly.

[stitch_witch]

Well, he's definitely more intrigued by it than she expected.

"Would you be willing to help me figure it out?"

[newmemorywhodis]

Well, Link does like cooking - and figuring out a recipe with someone else isn't something he's done before. Usually he just figured it out himself. Or someone gave him their recipe.

So he nods his head eagerly.

[stitch_witch]

"Well then, I look forward to working with you," she says with a smile. "I think the secret might be finding a way to make it solid. Like a meat ball."

[newmemorywhodis]

"Like meaty rice balls?" He hadn't made just meat balls before. But with rice? That he knew how to make.

[stitch_witch]

Meaty rice balls? Lark looks confused.

"I'm sorry, I may require a bit more explanation here."

[newmemorywhodis]

"Rice balls. Wrapped in meat."

So maybe the name didn't make perfect sense.

[stitch_witch]

"What is a rice ball?"

Sorry, she's lost. And how would you wrap them in meat?

[newmemorywhodis]

"...Rice?" Link says, blinking. "In a ball?"

The name's pretty explanatory, really.

[stitch_witch]

"Yes, but... why?"

Yep, that's just not part of his culture.

[newmemorywhodis]

"Why not?"

[stitch_witch]

That's a really fair response and she has to chuckle at it.

"I see your point. I would like to try one sometime."

[newmemorywhodis]

"I'll make them," Link promises. Or...he will. As soon as he figures out how to find some rice. Or something like rice.

[stitch_witch]

"I will be delighted to try them then. Message me when you have achieved one?"

She doesn't want to miss it.

[newmemorywhodis]

Oh, right. Their communicators - they could message people with them.

Link always forgets that.

But he nods, all the same.

Then he looks at the door that leads back to the laundry mode. Would his clothes be washed now?

[stitch_witch]

"It will take a bit longer," she says with a soft smile. So it's time to give a chance for the things to happen. "I'm sorry. I bring work with me too. I've got spinning to do."