A Few Substitutions

[justfuckingtryit]

[The counter in the ratty little apartment is overrun with a handful of potatoes, some cookware that's decidedly a mismatched set, and a cookbook that has definitely seen better days. Lumen's standing in front of it, peering down at a page that's stained with age and who knows what else.]

You look at this thing yet? We're missing half the ingredients.

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[we_meet_again]

Can you save these?

[justfuckingtryit]

Don't make that face. It's not the end of the world.

...well. Not because of radishes.

[we_meet_again]

I'd be in trouble if the world were ending due to my lack of hand-eye coordination. Lucky me it's just daemons.]

[Starts hacking at the onion.]

[justfuckingtryit]

There's a sentence I didn't think I'd ever hear.

[we_meet_again]

Apocalypse has a way of shifting one's perspective, doesn't it.

[justfuckingtryit]

Little bit.

[we_meet_again]

Ok! This onion is ready to go! I forgot to ask if it was supposed to be chopped or sliced, but it kind of came out a little of both, anyway. You're welcome!

[justfuckingtryit]

[Takes it - looks at it - and gives a little snort of amusement.]

How is this even possible? You literally fling giant blades through the air daily and manage not to hit me, but as soon as it's a kitchen knife...

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[we_meet_again]

Obviously it's because I'm very good at NOT hitting small targets! Do you know how little finesse is required to hit the broad side of a catoblepas?

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[we_meet_again]

...Though, maybe if I threw the kitchen knives from the other side of the room...

[justfuckingtryit]

[Dumping in the onion.]

Go on, now you have to try it out.

[we_meet_again]

[Hefts the knife a little in his hand, testing the balance and weight.

...SERIOUSLY CONSIDERING.]

[justfuckingtryit]

[Half-turning to watch; this is going to be good.]

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[we_meet_again]

.........

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[we_meet_again]

Let's try it outside, after dinner!

[Pops the knife into the Armiger.]

[justfuckingtryit]

It's not like our furniture can get any worse.

[we_meet_again]

Just recently, our furniture was crates. It can, in fact, be worse!

[justfuckingtryit]

It's not like our current furniture can get any worse.

[we_meet_again]

I still like it.

[Read: it was fun picking it out with you.]

And if we break it, we'd have to replace it, and that sounds like a pain.

[Read: I don't want to go back to Insomnia any time soon.]

[justfuckingtryit]

Guess you'll have to wait to show off, then.

[we_meet_again]

The suspense!

[justfuckingtryit]

Maybe we should patch it. How hard could it be?

[Stirring the frying veg absently.]

[we_meet_again]

I might have to leave that one to you, buddy. You saw what I did to those radishes.

[justfuckingtryit]

Point.

I'll figure it out, then.

[we_meet_again]

I'm counting on you!

[Just finished shredding the radish greens with his hands.]

Alright! Was that the last thing? What else can I do?