[PRP] Eat for Two [ Ofelia + Solia ] FINISHED

[Rown]

"Ahahaha, are ya wantin' a sammich or thanksgivin' dinner in some bread? We're not gonna be able ta fit everythin' in a single set'a slices, so maybe a few sammiches cut in half an' we sample bits'a each?" That was basically just making a sandwich tray, right? She could do that and it would make way more than just two, not to mention they could make different types and then pick and chose and - why did she have a candle. "Yanno the bit about havin'a candle when yer cuttin' onions is bullshit, right?"

That was probably the least of Ofelia's worries as the sheer amount of cut vegetables seemed to pile up. The teen sighed, a bit flabbergasted, and walked over to stop her companion from decimating every single bit of food there was. "Ah think we've got more than plenty now, ya can stop cuttin' an' start pickin' stuff up? Always good ta clean as ya go so when yer done all ya gotta do is enjoy yer meal."

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[Rown]

"Sharin' sounds good. Do ya wanna take on half an' Ah make the other half? We gotta be careful though an' not use up everythin', what wit' the portals still down. Makes it hard ta replenish all the stock." She did her best not to sound cross (because she wasn't) and instead more or less guiding and practical. A true baker or chef knew how to make supplies stretch...or something like that. Maybe she was just making it up as she went which was also sort of okay. "Ah kinda wish Ah had mah sammich shape cutters, we could'a made them in cute little shapes an' such."

They could use normal cookie cutters, maybe, but the idea of having to put so much pressure down on something for the moment had her shoulders that were already stinging start to scream. They'd have to pass on it for now if she wanted to be able to move her arms later. A Sun who was unable to move didn't sound too appealing, even to the teen who assumed a rest might be nice sometimes.

Still though there was no room or time for thinking on should and woulds, as the sandwiches needed to be made. Her stomach gave up a pitiable whine of want and so Ofelia hurried along. "When we get done, where should we place 'em? Should we post a tweet or sommin' lettin' people know they're there or jus'....drop 'em off somewhere? Ah know most'a the guys workin' at the outposts are always thankful fer food." Her hands were thankfully just as bust as her mouth seemed to be, slathering away condiments on bread before adding different layers.

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[Rown]

"They're kinda like cookie cutters but they use 'em fer the bread an' stuff. Ah have some somewhere 'round here but Ah doubt mah shoulders could handle the pressure an' it'll take a long while if we wanna do it fer all'a the sammiches." The teen sort of felt like she had to explain what they were since Solia asked but she didn't want to really elaborate. That took time, effort, and she had to make use of everything that was spread in front of her so nothing went to waste. It was a shame really, all this stuff and only two people to eat it properly, but she kept her feelings to herself. At least she could agree with the other girl about how people seemed happy to get the food. "We'll use 'em next time though, promise."

She finished up a sandwich and instead of putting it aside she took a bite. It was good, it filled her stomach just as much as she needed it, and it was refreshing to taste the tart bite of vinegar for a change. It'd been a while since she put it on anything since not many people liked it on their foods. "How goes on yer side?" She had taken another bite of sandwich and was in the middle of chewing as she asked. Manners be damned when one was starving, right?

iStoleYurVamps

 

[Rown]

Was Solia saying she liked the sound of being able to use the items or that they'd meet again? Ofelia's brain was a little too pain addled and hunger addled to really pay attention to things and she just chewed away at the sandwich in her hand. She was about to reach for another, to say something to Solia about 'cool, let's go pass them out' when a sudden spasm hit her shoulder. It rolled quickly through her whole body, making her knees weak, and before the teen could try and catch herself she found that she was on the ground, wincing and nearly seizing.

Looks like the pain medication had finally worn off, and the exhaustion and work of moving Rep had caught up.

Also, the popped stitches and overly tight shirt probably had something to do with it.

iStoleYurVamps

 

[Rown]

Ofelia was wheezing, trying to catch her breath. Without her weapon this....this was crazy, she didn't imagine she could be in such pain. Usually she went back to the infirmary before the pain medication wore off, her body never feeling it, but without it everything felt like it was on fire.

She started to tremble, weak at first but growing more violent, and it was apparent now for the first time that blood was staining the shirt she was allowed to borrow. "So...sol...i..." She said something, perhaps her companion's name, but her vision was flickering in and out.

The teen shouldn't have sneaked out, her body was not ready. Rep had torn her up, this was a mistake. Part of her wondered if she should have left him to bleed, but then she'd never sleep with herself at night.

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