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It was okay to go stay in the main building again, even if the dorms were still rather…infested. The main building had a hell of a lot more s**t than the caverns, plus, a kitchen. It had been recently rebuilt apparently too, though, it wasn’t really stocked all that well. Trainees were being shuffled in and out to take up different ‘kitchen’ duties while the majority of the hunters were off on missions to do god only knew what. Marcus had heard a few things, one of them being ‘retrieval’.

He didn’t want to think about that.

But as it stood, he wouldn’t have to, as one sun hunter had grabbed him, handed him an apron and told him ‘peel the ******** potatoes.’ When Marcus asked what potatoes, the hunter rolled his eyes and guided him to three bags. Three, large, burlap bags. Filled with the spuds, all of which he'd have wash, peel, and cut. The hunter said he’d get more help but Marcus doubted it. Goddamn sun hunters.
Still, he went to work, washing them one by one.

The sound of his name had him looking up and confusion at the question. "What?" He was finishing up with about half of the first bag, a nice pile of potatoes sitting on the counter in various states of dryness.

Looking at the potato peeling on the counter he motioned to it. "Well, it does it's job right? Makes it go quicker so who am I to complain? I almost expected them to leave me with a spoon to be honest." Motioning to the bags with one hand he tried to smile. "Half the bag is washed and I was going to start peeling soon actually. That or I'd run out of counter space. Guy said throw the peelings into the sink but-" A shrug, "I also think he was just wanting out of the duty he got assigned in the first place. But that may just be me."

"Not potatoes, mostly apples and pears. I..was usually the one who got stuck making stuff for the church bakes sale my mom would sign us up for, even if we you know," he shook his head a bit, "never went to church? She mostly used it as a way to pick up guys. I used it as an excuse to get out from chores, but, that never included bake sales."

He smiled. "I like cooking and all, but washing, peeling, and cutting three whole bags? I really hope that this is just like... going into the fridge for use later. I don't want to be eating potato everything for the whole week."

As she went to work peeling, he looked for something else, drying his hand before beginning the task of drawer fishing. "Really? I though they were pecki- oh. wow unintentional pun, sorry." Opening and closing the drawers, he frowned. "I knew that about rats however. But, chickens are a bit better than rats for polite conversation."

Finally, opening a drawer, he pulled out what he'd been looking for. "You wanted a knife right?"

He chuckled a bit, going to join her the peeling, his no where near as nice or quick. He envied her just a bit for it. "Maybe. Store and save. I don't think they'll be having us cook or do much aside from grunt work." Like peal three ******** bags.

As she talked, he found himself smiling, thinking of his own life and while a bit sad, it was nice. "I lived in the city, most we grew were weeds. I did try an herb garden as part of a science project once but, over watered and killed them. Not sure what that reflects onto my skills as a healer if any. I'm not the more careful." One potato done, he set it aside to be cut later. "You sound like you cooked a lot where you were. I was lucky if I just had anyone to cook for." He made a face as one eye refused to come out cleanly.

"I mostly cooked for myself. Or, I cooked for the guys when my mom would be out. Just sort of.. grew to experiment. I saw something, I often just.. threw s**t in a pot and went from there."

From what she was saying, she lived pretty differently than him, much...simpler. "It sounds... nice. I guess rations and the stuff here isn't exactly good is it?" He brandished his peeler for a half second before going back, finishing the spud in hand.

"I miss pizza as cliche as it is. I also miss back alley foods. Some days I'd just go running and find a good place tucked away. If not, I usually had something from home. But aside from cooking, what did you do? Before you came here I mean." The peeler was making quick work of the potatoes, and he smiled, at least they were making progress. "I could tell you about myself, but, Dis reminds me to not talk so much."

Marcus could understand that somewhat. He'd just been a graduate from school, unable to get into college. His career had sort of... dropped on him in the form of becoming a hunter. "I didn't know that actually. I thought he was like... some kind of office worker. But playing the flute and growing things for money it's... not the bizarre. I've heard worse." There were aspects of city life he was more than happy to be rid of.

"As for me, Igrew up with my mom and my brothers. She.. she was always trying to get married but would always go for the worst guys. She said the only guy who didn't hurt her was my dad." He paused, frowning at the potato before peeling skin and a good chunk of flesh off. "But she left him. We grew up pretty dirt poor, so often, I'd do stuff to help out. Run errands for the old folks down the street. Run deliver routes. Pick of trash, dig around for cans and bottle returns. I think I was... 12 when I got my first job? It was under the table, but it kept me from going hungry." He took a breath setting the potato down. "It's... weird looking back. I used to hate it. But now? I kind of miss it. back then... I sure as all hell wasn't hunting things that went bump in the night though."

He picked up another, working on it. "I don't think you're bizarre for what you did. If anything, it sounds like it was a good fit for you. Hunters come from all over, so... can't expect everyone to be the same."

Alas, though he finished another potato, he was... getting a bit more flesh than needed. An experience was a 'polite' way to put what being a hunter was like really. Though Sasha's laugh made Marcus give her a confused look. "I don't think you can be born for this kind of thing. I mean, no one is born with the intent to be trained to fight monsters. Maybe in a crazy 3rd world country, maybe, but not.. hunters."

It was to him, a far stretch of the imagination. "It's not we're machines, or science experiments. Although, the Doctor would probably love to do some live testing with some of us. Guy freaks me out a bit." He set his peeled spud aside, going back to washing the rest. "We just were able to see things, that's all."

Giving her a look like she'd just sprouted a second head, he stared at her in silence before laughing. ""Really? I mean, I know Cass was able to see stuff when she was about 5 or so, but, I wasn't able to see anything till I was 12." He wasn't picking up on it a whole lot. "I mean, I wondered if like...if... we could have kids...would they be like us?" He sighed. "Not that that is even an option anymore, but if me and Cass had kids, would they get stuck having to deal with what we dealt with? s**t's not easy when you can see shadows you know?"

He kept washing the potato, "It kind of sucks honestly."