[ It helps that he hasn’t wrapped his head around the idea of texting too well. Old timey fantasy canon and all. ]
I was unusually hungry. You didn’t tell me that was a side effect. No matter-- it wasn’t an inconvenience.
On the subject of food, there was an unusual dish I spotted at the market today. I purchased it to satisfy my curiosity. I will be sending a picture message shortly.
Huh. So you do know what this is. You seem to have a good amount of knowledge about many things.
Aspic, is it? As I said, I found it at a shop in the Olympia marketplace. I've yet to taste it. I'm having difficulty trying to guess what exactly it consists of.
There's no need to be humble. You have proven to be a valuable resource.
[ It just so happens Percival knows nothing about the useless shit. ]
I already bought it, out of sheer curiosity. I wouldn't describe it quite so vulgar, but it does look unappetizing. Perhaps appearances can be deceiving.
I guess? I haven't had one in years, they're pretty hit or miss. I'd like to see how outer space takes a crack at them, though. Where we snacking, friend?
Percival has just gotten off his guard shift, so he arrives in the received location in his blacks. Somehow, he hadn't taken Richie for someone to be into tinkering, but then again, he's not sure what he would have taken Richie for.
By the time he finds him, whatever he's occupied in, Percival has obviously taken Richie's recognition of the dish to heart. Not only does he arrive with the one he sent a photo of, but stacked on top it are threemorevarieties he picked up. Maybe there will be a winner among the three of them.
In his other hand, in a bag slung over his wrist, is a six-pack of some sort of stout. So at least there's something for Richie (and Kabby's) suffering. ]
I don't think that establishment gets much business [ because it's fucking aspic ], so I decided to do them a favor and buy a few others.
[Fixing things turns out to be helping with the general repairs in Olympia. His construction experience may be minimal, but there's need for hands in every department and desperation has led to more hired hands than experts. Turns out that as long as you leave the bulk of the planning to the pros you could pass off a hammer and nails to most anyone and put them right to the chop.
He's whipping off leathery work gloves once he sees the ever immaculate Percival (what a name), except this time he's dressed as a local watch dog. Richie rises upright, leaving the beams and the tools behind as he hails the man down with an affable Southern gent's barrel-chested bellow.]
Well, Ah do declare! Our boy here has gone and made a name for himself with the lahng ahrm of the law! Yessir, he's gone done us all mighty proud!
[And now he (and also I, a human woman behind a keyboard, which is still not distance enough) must reckon with the queasy quartet Percy's deemed fit to haul in. Richie pulls a face.]
...You planning on finishing these off in one swoop?
[That's a lot of gelatin, pal. Richie fishes in his pockets for the promised silver.] How much was the beer?
[ Come to think of it, Percival hasn't made much of a point of wandering into this particular part of Olympia very often. He had no talent to speak of when it came to these things, and little need to have anything commissioned as of late (and he probably doesn't have the money to anyway). He is curious, however, and looks around at the various tools and half-finished project before that awful sing-song voice draws his attention.
Really? Richie is always the picture of maturity. He'd cross his arms if he could, but then he'd drop the presents. ]
Are you making a mockery of me? Someone has to protect the city while you tinker away at... whatever you're doing.
[ He sets down the bag of stuff, handing Richie one of the beers and beginning to take out each of the dishes. ]
It's fine. I merely request your tasting company as payment.
The combination of gelatin with other types of food... it's such a simple idea, yet I've never encountered it before. [ I wonder why... ]
[you mean the part that needs rebuilding??? Callous, Perce, callous.]
What if I was perfectly sincere while being a Kentucky Colonel? I'm shy, Percy, affection don't come easy to a man. But if you want I'll make an exception...
[While Percy's hands are too preoccupied to show him a taste of his knuckles, Richie strides up and claps onto the younger man by the sides of his head. The Colonel has died, and in his place?] My son, you do me a great honor...in taking on the family business. Today, you become a man.
[Don Corleone. He plants the customary Italian one-two punch kiss on each cheek.] Molto bene...
[He withdraws and takes a box of aspic and the bag of beers, splitting the load.]
I don't know what to tell you, honestly. Don't go in expecting a religious experience, it, ah...went out of fashion for a reason.
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Yes, it's me. You've caught me.
Depends on what you're asking about. Glad you had a good time. Did you clear out your pantry or did you miss out on the munchies?
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I was unusually hungry. You didn’t tell me that was a side effect. No matter-- it wasn’t an inconvenience.
On the subject of food, there was an unusual dish I spotted at the market today. I purchased it to satisfy my curiosity. I will be sending a picture message shortly.
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What the hell? Where'd you find an aspic?!
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Aspic, is it? As I said, I found it at a shop in the Olympia marketplace. I've yet to taste it. I'm having difficulty trying to guess what exactly it consists of.
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[Both a joke and 100% the truth, alas]
It's a gelatin dish. I'd try telling you what they've put in it but from this angle it all looks a bunch of upended rectums with a few sprigs of dill.
Buy it and cut it open.
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[ It just so happens Percival knows nothing about the useless shit. ]
I already bought it, out of sheer curiosity. I wouldn't describe it quite so vulgar, but it does look unappetizing. Perhaps appearances can be deceiving.
Do you want some?
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I guess? I haven't had one in years, they're pretty hit or miss. I'd like to see how outer space takes a crack at them, though. Where we snacking, friend?
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[gps coordinates are yours i'm not making up some phony intersection]
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[ Sometimes it seems like Richie is speaking a different language. ]
Very well. What sort of beer pairs well with aspic?
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I'm fixing things.
[DUH.]
None that I know of. I just want beer. Get a stout and a can of whatever you like, on me.
dont hate me
Percival has just gotten off his guard shift, so he arrives in the received location in his blacks. Somehow, he hadn't taken Richie for someone to be into tinkering, but then again, he's not sure what he would have taken Richie for.
By the time he finds him, whatever he's occupied in, Percival has obviously taken Richie's recognition of the dish to heart. Not only does he arrive with the one he sent a photo of, but stacked on top it are three more varieties he picked up. Maybe there will be a winner among the three of them.
In his other hand, in a bag slung over his wrist, is a six-pack of some sort of stout. So at least there's something for Richie (and Kabby's) suffering. ]
I don't think that establishment gets much business [ because it's fucking aspic ], so I decided to do them a favor and buy a few others.
you're making it very difficult
He's whipping off leathery work gloves once he sees the ever immaculate Percival (what a name), except this time he's dressed as a local watch dog. Richie rises upright, leaving the beams and the tools behind as he hails the man down with an affable Southern gent's barrel-chested bellow.]
Well, Ah do declare! Our boy here has gone and made a name for himself with the lahng ahrm of the law! Yessir, he's gone done us all mighty proud!
[And now he (and also I, a human woman behind a keyboard, which is still not distance enough) must reckon with the queasy quartet Percy's deemed fit to haul in. Richie pulls a face.]
...You planning on finishing these off in one swoop?
[That's a lot of gelatin, pal. Richie fishes in his pockets for the promised silver.] How much was the beer?
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Really? Richie is always the picture of maturity. He'd cross his arms if he could, but then he'd drop the presents. ]
Are you making a mockery of me? Someone has to protect the city while you tinker away at... whatever you're doing.
[ He sets down the bag of stuff, handing Richie one of the beers and beginning to take out each of the dishes. ]
It's fine. I merely request your tasting company as payment.
The combination of gelatin with other types of food... it's such a simple idea, yet I've never encountered it before. [ I wonder why... ]
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What if I was perfectly sincere while being a Kentucky Colonel? I'm shy, Percy, affection don't come easy to a man. But if you want I'll make an exception...
[While Percy's hands are too preoccupied to show him a taste of his knuckles, Richie strides up and claps onto the younger man by the sides of his head. The Colonel has died, and in his place?] My son, you do me a great honor...in taking on the family business. Today, you become a man.
[Don Corleone. He plants the customary Italian one-two punch kiss on each cheek.] Molto bene...
[He withdraws and takes a box of aspic and the bag of beers, splitting the load.]
I don't know what to tell you, honestly. Don't go in expecting a religious experience, it, ah...went out of fashion for a reason.