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Inbox of Minato Arisato, #3630FF.

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[messianic]

Yeah, of course.

[A firm nod.]

You guys will be the first people to know. [...] When she's back to normal. [It has to be when, not if, right? There has to be a way.]

[parodeity]

...Thanks, dude. [ dave very carefully releases john and shoves his hands in his pockets. ] Let her know we dropped by?

[windeity]

[He's still standing there with his hands balled into fists at his sides then, not sure if leaving is the best idea but they can't do much else either.]

We appreciate it a lot, Minato.

[messianic]

...Yeah. I'll let her know.

We'll find a way to turn her back to normal, okay? [So don't give up... don't look so sad, as much as is possible here.]

There's definitely a way.

[parodeity]

C'mon, dude. I'll make you food or something. [ this would be so much more compelling an offer if dave could fucking cook. ] Minato, you want in?

[windeity]

[He's sad, but not sad enough that he can't give Dave a slight disbelieving look even if there's a smile anyway. The offer's appreciated nevertheless but he does turn back to Minato.]

Yeah. If she is safe here there isn't much else we can do right now, so...[Come join them, basically.]

[messianic]

[He definitely notes that look, and makes a soft noise--almost a snort.]

I don't mind cooking either, if we're going to be getting together for dinner.

[parodeity]

The soup you made that one time was pretty alright.

[ not that it tasted like anything but ash but hey his standards aren't high ]

[windeity]

Minato and I can probably figure something out? [Just. Kind of a smirk and a subtle way of banning Dave Strider from the kitchen for the moment.]

[messianic]

[Oh my god Dave.]

It didn't even have any taste... but yeah, we can make something properly now that there are some ingredients.

[parodeity]

You're the only person who's ever cooked for me outside of Tel, so you ain't got a high bar to break here. My family wasn't huge on home-cooked meals. Pizza or whatever was way more likely.

[ not. super likely. but john is right there. ]

[windeity]

[He doesn't say anything about that other than giving Dave another curious look before he looks to Minato again. Food. Right. Dave mentioned Minato brought him soup and stuff and he's heard about other people.]

Too bad we don't have the ingredients for a pizza. I don't think?

[messianic]

[Hmmm...]

The crust would be a problem, probably.

[Also Dave, that's depressing; he glances over to Dave, quirks an eyebrow, and:]

But we have fruits and vegetables now, and there's fish too. Maybe we can do something with all of that.

[windeity]

What about grilling the fish with a fruit and vegetable salad? [It's hilariously more healthy than anything John's probably really consumed on a normal basis but also a.) it's what they have and b.) it's not cake so thank fuck.] I would say soup but fish soup kind of sounds gross.

[parodeity]

We have wheat. That does bread?

[ he has no idea how it does bread. ]

[messianic]

... If we grind it up and add some water, I guess we could make some sort of dough?

[Maybe? Isn't that how it works...]

Grilling fish would probably be easiest though.

[windeity]

Yeah, we can try for bread later. I think you need yeast and stuff unless we are going with really flat bread. [Why does he know this, who knows.] Hopefully we will find more food if we're here for much longer. I never signed up for a fish-diet.

[parodeity]

Dude, make flat bread. That's almost to pizza?

[messianic]

[Well...]

If you really want pizza, we could probably do that... flat bread, and diced tomatoes. No cheese, I don't think, but we'll make do.

[windeity]

Cheese is the best part...[Woe.] But it would count for something. Especially with some herbs and stuff. That might take longer than fish is all.

[parodeity]

Oh, well. Fish works then? [ dave is apparently not that attached to what he asked for... ]

[messianic]

[... No, now he wants to know.]

What do you want to eat? Both of you. Not what would be easiest, but what do you want to eat?

[windeity]

[He doesn't answer but he defaults to Dave since he's not the one who has a preference here. Also he's curious.]

[parodeity]

Apple juice.

[ ........................that wasn't even one of the discussed options............. ]

[messianic]

Yeah, that's not a food.

[Bzzt, try again.]