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Really it had been too long since he was in the kitchen. Stupidly, one of the traits that Quinn thought was more a 'skill' was he was really good in the kitchen. He used to cook for his family all the time, being part of their deal when it came to divvying chores. He grew to enjoy cooking, even baking. It was something he could share with everyone.

Only it was hard as hell to bake in a kitchen with no electricity.

Determined, he thought he found a way... to SLIGHTLY cook. Only he was pondering a little too hard, and ended to crashing right into Ian as he turned a corner, literally.

"Iamsosorry!" He managed to squeak out on impact. Once the voice was recognized though, all bets were off.

He instinctually took a step back, and leered up at the man in front of him. Ian, he knew Ian. Ian was okay. Ian was sane, or well so far as he had seen... only he seemed to love giving out nicknames.

"If you mean Life as in my life... ive been okay." Sugar deprived. Cooking deprived. "But if you mean Life Division its... rather quiet actually. The lack of electricity seems to have people buzzing around worse than a hive under attack." People were so damn bored.

"...." The last part of his question though, made him look up curiously. "You have access to any sort of fire? Matches? Anything?" Yes he was aware the question was weird.

"Stir crazy is a good way to put it." He thought. Though quinn had not been off the island really, so this was sort of being the norm for him; It was probably why he was almost fine sitting still. He wondered how he would feel once they could travel.

"So, Ian. I've been thinking. We have limited power sources here and are pretty much back in the stone age in terms of tech due to that. I'm tired of living off cold and bland foods." He shrugged his shoulders.

"One of the things i brought with me, and please dont laugh..." He added pointedly, even if the semi 'order' was not backed up at all by his rather goofy expression on his face. "Was a smores kit. I was thinking if we could get a flame going, we could make some... but why stop there? If a fire pit was made somewhere outside, we could cook some food the old fashioned way. I mean humans lived without electricity once, why not now?"

After his rather lengthy word vomit, he paused both to catch his breath and allow Ian to speak if he wanted. "....I know how to cook too, so if we can find something in the kitchens i might be able to make more than just smores. We would need to borrow a pan though too. And find some sort of wood to keep the flame going. The fire is the issue too, just because i am part indian doesn't mean i know how to rub sticks together and make fire."

Quinn's face darkened slightly, but was barely visible due to his deeper skin tone. He muffled out a little 'hey!' when his hair was ruffled, looking up at Ian with a bit of a dead-pan stare. Though his voice was his usual tone. "Not really in a shell, just didn't have a lot to say then." He paused, giving a hesitant smile. "... and i don't usually talk much when in groups." Which was when Ian and he had been meeting up mostly, in large groups. He was not really a leader and more silently stood in the background. He avoided the spotlight, so he kept what he said short in those situations. In other words, he talked a lot more when with maybe a few people than with more.

Plus Ian was slowly gaining Quinns trust, and that meant more conversations.

"Thats the eventual goal. At the moment though i just want to make something sweet, as you said cardboard food only goes so far. Eventually maybe we can cook full meals, if we can borrow some supplies. For now i think we just need a small fire and some sticks. Oh and a bottle of water in case someone catches on fire."

Now THAT reply was enough to make him look away, embarrassed. He was used to people calling him 'weird' for not talking much, not saying he was fine the way he was. It felt...strange.

He started to walk away before he spoke again. "I need to get the stuff from my room first..." He started to walk towards his dorm, which was in the opposite direction. It was close by still, thankfully. He was planning on looking for some matches first. Arriving at his room he entered, and quickly enough returned with the supplies needed. "We still need the first source though."

"...How about you go to the beach and ill hit up the cafeteria." Yup blatant excuse of avoiding the beach.

The part of the room Ian would have seen was suspiciously clean. It still seemed to have that 'new' feeling to it, oddly. Quinn would have invited him in had they not really been going back out once again.

Ian was met with a rather nervous look. Not suspicious, just wary. "... You seem more the beach going type, clearly." It was a weak, pathetic, argument.

His real name, he even used his real name.

Was that a sign of anger? No Quinn... stop analyzing people.

"... The beach has scary things." Was that answer enough?

"Hey you mentioned the beach first." He practically pouted in response, shaking his head.

"...Think deus would notice one of their wooden chairs missing?" Hey it was a thought. "It maybe we can borrow a stack of paper."