[ His laughter ends with a soft little chuckle, because they’d talked about it before a bit, but just from how Matt phrases it, well. It might be a surprise what he means, but he’ll leave that for later if it’s needed. Unless “doing magic” is an innuendo, in which case, fair enough, Tezcatlipoca was definitely just going to suck his dick. You know, fluids. ]
Yeah, breakfast will go faster if we split up the work. Got grinding to do, so you wanna tackle the meat or, well, the rest?
[ He kicks open a cabinet and reaches in to grab a pretty sizeable looking mortar and pestle which he sets on the counter, and a cutting board right after. This might not be the most straightforward breakfast, as it turns out… But ironically considering his love of modern things, it’s about all he knows how to do. Considering the state of the Lostbelt he’d come from, his cooking knowledge is still about 1500s at best. ]
But, yeah, glasses— [ He kicks the one cabinet closed, then stands on his toes to open another that’s very awkwardly fitted into place, but grabs two plain looking glasses from it. He hands them both off to Matt, then scoots over to another corner by the window, where he picks up a large jug that’s half-full of water. ]
This is the drinking water, by the way. Wouldn’t drink what comes outta the pipes, personally. There's kinda a hole in that corner, so it stays colder there and probably blocks rats or whatever from coming in.
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Yeah, breakfast will go faster if we split up the work. Got grinding to do, so you wanna tackle the meat or, well, the rest?
[ He kicks open a cabinet and reaches in to grab a pretty sizeable looking mortar and pestle which he sets on the counter, and a cutting board right after. This might not be the most straightforward breakfast, as it turns out… But ironically considering his love of modern things, it’s about all he knows how to do. Considering the state of the Lostbelt he’d come from, his cooking knowledge is still about 1500s at best. ]
But, yeah, glasses— [ He kicks the one cabinet closed, then stands on his toes to open another that’s very awkwardly fitted into place, but grabs two plain looking glasses from it. He hands them both off to Matt, then scoots over to another corner by the window, where he picks up a large jug that’s half-full of water. ]
This is the drinking water, by the way. Wouldn’t drink what comes outta the pipes, personally. There's kinda a hole in that corner, so it stays colder there and probably blocks rats or whatever from coming in.
[ home sweet home ♥ ]