Kitchen Spam - saturday morning

[with_my_teacup]

[The breakfast menu just got kid friendly-- and the kitchen just got a lot better secured. No little hands in sharp places, or high places, or hot places; Riddick has it locked down. He's also keeping a serious eye on the mess hall, dividing his attention between waffles and doing walkarounds.

Unfortunately, he's not quite himself. He found this pair of smoked eyeglasses... and he's been trying not to talk ever since he put them on. Fucking floods, am I right.]

Comments

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

Eight seconds.

[He turns, and begins pulling on oven mitts all the way up to his elbows]

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[Riddick finds a trivet, sets it out, pulls a step stool they use to reach the higher shelf so that Ned can reach the counter with the trivet more easily.]

Your time sense is better than mine. That is quite astonishing-- impressive. I try to be accurate myself.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

[Ned gladly uses the stepstool and shuts the oven off, looking over his shoulder at Riddick.]

It's just counting. And it keeps people alive.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

...yes.

Yes, your time sense is better than mine.

[Ouch. Shit. Ow.]

I'll fill the cherry pie-?

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

Okay.

....Did I really touch you?

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

No. Not me. You touched-- someone else; it was a complicated situation. But he is still alive. I died, for a time. Death is impermanent, here.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

...I'm sorry. I don't remember...doing it.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

I miscounted.

The other man was-- is-- a friend. I would gladly have given my life. I failed to consult you or him on the matter, however. And I was lucky that I was taken instead of someone else-- it was a poorly conceived plan.

['Some bullshit', he'd say if he could. 'A poor-ass choice,' he'd say.]

Perhaps honesty was unkind. I am sorry.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

...But I don't remember it. Don't apologize for something I don't remember.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

I remember it.

However.

It won't happen until you're older.

What oven temperature for the cherry pie?

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

400.

...It would be better if the stove was wood-burning.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

Would it? I am sorry we have no stove of that nature, then. Only what you see here.

I cannot recall if you have a kitchen in your room.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

I don't know. I'd rather live here.

Re: [Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

Not the most comfortable place to sleep-- but quite secure, at least.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

I don't sleep.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

Never?

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

Not since it happened.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

Do you get tired?

[Concerned face, tiny Ned. A very concerned face.]

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

Sometimes.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

Can you sleep?

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

I don't know.

I can't dream.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

[That's the kind of thing that drives people insane. Riddick frowns, more worried.]

I wish you would try to sleep.

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

I can't. I can only sleep in my house.

[Spam]

[with_my_teacup]

I understand. It is difficult to sleep in unfamiliar surroundings. I am sorry, Ned. I wish it was easier.

How is the oven progressing?

[Spam]

[deadly_ned]

You should take it out now.